What the hell is it with these spammers? The above is the subject line of one of the 100-plus spam emails I received today. Is this to avoid spam filters or just the result of poor schooling or plain stupidity? If it is the latter, then these people should be caged. To hell with the first amendment and all the other arguments given to defend the rights of those who make a living by sending out this crap. I am not interested in penile enhancements, cheap prescription drugs, low mortgage rates, email spy systems, hot teen sex or fat mature sex. I don't want to learn about the Spanish lottery, or how to make money by spamming, or septic problem solutions. Leave me alone! I wish there was a method to direct the spam back to the spammers by 100-fold! Now that's a software program that I'd be interested in! Clog up their computer to gridlock their 5 cents-an-email get rich quick job.
Once Kerry gets elected and we're all drinking free Bubble Up and eating rainbow stew, maybe the spammers will be able to get a better job and won't have to spam for a living. Of course it won't be with a big corporation because we all know they are evil and should be run out of business--but maybe some kind of really challenging, rewarding position with the government. Then, the spammers can join the middle class (currently known as the "rich" by the Kerry machine) and pay exorbitant taxes to fund even more government programs to ensure that everyone has the same opportunities, regardless of ability, work ethic, citizenship, or any of those other annoying requirements that are usually associated with getting ahead.
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Testing Your Political Compass
Many folks declare themselves as either liberal or conservative without really knowing just where they really stand. An interesting and insightful site offers a test to show your true leanings, as well as the many political contradictions that occur when taking a side. You may be surprised!
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
Common Knowledge
Why is it that so few people seem to know the simplest things about the town, or even the neighborhood in which they live? I've traveled to many places, and it is rare to find even one person who can tell me the town's approximate population, the name of a native tree or flower, the elevation, weather patterns, or even the name of a river that runs through the town. One would think this kind of information would be common knowledge to those living there.
One shopkeeper couldn’t understand why I wanted to know such trivial stuff, and said no one he knew really cared about that kind of thing, that there were far more important things to think about, that I was the only person who had ever asked for that information, and that maybe I should just go buy a book. I left his shop empty handed, both in knowledge and goods.
I did run into a taxi driver once that was a veritable storehouse of data about the area I was visiting. He answered every question in detail, proudly volunteered fascinating details and did it with the aplomb of a tour guide describing his domain. He received a very large tip.
Saturday, July 10, 2004
Mile High, Missing My Favorites...
In order to escape the heat of the desert floor, I've traveled to Colorado to stay awhile in a cooler mise en scène. Unfortunately, I have not found relief. The temperature in this mile-high city is sweltering, and being closer to the sun, it seems much hotter. My skin burns. The nights, however, are quite comfortable, and that fact may convince me that my 900-mile trek was worth the grueling drive.
If only I had brought my Favorites. I'm lost without those URL's. I've tried in vain to find some of my favorite blogs and other frequently visited sites. I feel deprived without my daily visits. It's disconcerting how attached one gets to the cyber world. Perhaps this void will force me to search for new sites, new blogs and fresh experiences.
Sunday, July 04, 2004
Tempus Fugit
Instead of getting out and celebrating the July 4th holiday in some interesting way, I chose to stay in and do research for an upcoming writing project. As I waded through 35 years of papers, newsletters and other data related to my former workplace, I came across many names and situations that had not crossed my mind in years. I was genuinely surprised at all the people and situations that I had completely forgotten about. As I looked at photos and news articles, I fondly remembered my friends and acquaintances as they had been so many years ago. We were all young and strong and had fire in our bellies and we were going to make a difference. We were going to change the world, or at least our workplace. Some did, and some just plugged along. Others lost their way and found themselves sometime later down the road, others never did. And some died. As I sorted through those remnants of the past, I was reminded of a poem written by Ogden Nash:
The Middle
When I remember by-gone days,
I think how evening follows morn.
So many I loved were not yet dead
So many I love were not yet born.
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