Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Spam. Why?

Can anyone tell me what spam is meant to achieve?  Yes, I know its annoying in its attempts to flog things you don't want, but, while I can understand the 'junk mail' ethic of blitzing you, there is very little point if the telephone number on your junk mail menu is for a pizza delivery service in Jakarta (unless of course you live in Jakarta).  

I have tried to reply out of sense of experiementation usually with words of abuse or mockery to these spamming fools knowing full wel that I could well be opening pandora's box to a whole load more - so its usually been done on an email account I no longer wish t use.  .  And yet, none of the email addresses connect you to anything.  I just get bounced mail messages.  

If my friendly Chinese delivery menu's contact number was constantly non-available, I'd give up.  

If any spammer wishes to contact me personally and tell me how I can lengthen my SAD TH11N D1Cc or actualy allow me to acquire a cheap copy of WINOZ XP then I'll be glad to find out just what it is they are actually selling.  Because in the unlikely, nay, impossible circumstances that I do need such services, then all I'm hearing is a dead line.

Mood:  OK - just OK
Book:  Keep the Aspidistra Flying by George Orwell
Moozik:  Random iPod moments

Monday, April 24, 2006

Sad and ignoble end of the Joy Report

....and I've just noticed that my Joy Reports weren't exactly a screaming success.  Truth is,that other than the odd incident involving, say, dead people, or perhaps power failures across London, the tube has been a sweetie for weeks now.  

Oh well, the Big Girl tells me to spark up a bus stops to encourage the bus's arrival.  Now I've told the world how crap my journey is, suddenly it is no longer crap.  So it worked then.  Sadily I don't believe in that sort of crud, but if I did...

i kid you not though, in my teens, I could predict almost to the second when the next bus would appear in view.  Being the sceptical man of science that I am, I would like to dismiss it as mere coincidence, though it did happen far too often for my liking.  And if I'd been blessed with a true psychic gift, why couldn't it be something useful, like predicting lottery numbers.  Didn't help Mystic Meg, mind.  

Funky widget

I've just downloaded a widget for the Mac which allows quick and easy blogging.  So I hope to start posting micro blogs whenever the mood takes.  

Should be much easier.  Anyway, time to give it a try.