Friday, October 27, 2006
There's strange spam, and then there's strange spam. From the morning inbox - no attachments, no HTML links, no obvious sales pitches - which makes me worry about some insidious embedded code worming its way into my machine. Still you've got to love the ending, with its pseudo-blues cadence and a line cribbed from "Big Bad Leroy Brown."From: XXXXXXMaybe it's terrorist code. Maybe its purpose is to kill slowly through an overdose of deadly clichés.
To: XXXXXX
Subject: his escheat at escheat
Possible Interpretation: You cannot explain what some people like. The value of ANYTHING is determined by the agreement of only two people. If you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen. Don't burn your bridges before they're crossed. Sometimes abbreviated GIGO. Noblesse oblige. A coward dies a thousand times before his death. The valiant never taste of death but once. Make hay while the sun shines.
There shallow Draughts intoxicate the Brain, Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Possible Interpretation: Do not rush into what you do not know. The coat makes the man. He that lives too fast, goes to his grave too soon. Laughter is the shortest distance between two people. Man with four balls can't walk. Going the whole nine yards. Man with four balls can't walk. Meaner than a junk-yard dog.
The Unbearable Strangeness of Spam, Part 32
