Until recently, my e-mail inbox has been amazingly free of spam. Then one fateful day I accidentally opened one, and the spamgates burst. The spam is easily corralled in the junk folder, and so I find it less of annoyance than a source of some mirth and inspiration.
For instance, I really want to send away for the miser sample. I want to compose a song called "No! No, Baudelaire!" maybe a loud, jazzy swing number mashed up with a rap of morbid lyrics from Les Fleurs du Mal. I want to know the nutritional information for Bacchus Ensure and to design the packaging. And I'm terribly sorry Marie Mccord had to find out this way that her s.o. is tired of dating her.
2 comments:
I am amused by the notion of Guffawing Chachalacas.
Can't picture it -- they're generally more apoplectic in their vocalizations, perhaps a happily inebriated one could pull it off -- but I am nonetheless amused by it.
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In any case, I never imagined "chachalacas" would ever appear in a spam e-mail subject line.
Likewise "bananaquit." I'm watching for that one.
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