So, this is one of the spam-bot messages that came through to the blog today:
Do you still want the hormones?Yes indeed-y do thank you very much!I decided not to put a photo up because a cat with a huge weeping sore on his forehead is not a pretty sight. So I rang my IT man Simon who is pretty jolly and is the only person in the vicinity who has seen me wearing medieval clothes and hanging out with the excellent near Yass.
I may just need a nap, but this was flat-out funny to me! Just think, if spammers put as much effort into living a productive, useful life as they do into trying to get me to leave their spam comments up, all full of dangerous links and such, the world would laud them as some of the most productive, amazing people ever!
I wonder about the life of the person who submitted this (or the person who wrote the program that submitted this)… do they live in a dank basement, devoid of sunshine and green vegetables? Do they smell a bit like stale corn chips? Do they need a nice volumizing shampoo? I do hope Simon, his IT guy, doesn’t mind seeing pictures of the weeping-sore-forehead cat, and hope that the spammer has some decent medieval clothes, though I slightly resent the notions that people who dress up in funny clothes from the past are also involved in stupid spammy schemes.
I also wonder if the original makers of Spam (the spiced “ham” product) had any inkling of the word they wrought upon its creation? Would they have used that word, had they known? I guess you just never can tell what affect you may have on the world, right?