April 2007 Archives

The thing about most spam these days is that it's incomprehensible. They try so hard to get past the filters that the stuff that does get through (and I don't know how it does) usually says something like "not harsh but nylon a tincture it's contaminant a baleful as though I woke at midnight" -- which has a kind of poetry in itself but is hardly useful. But I got one today that made me laugh out loud. It was titled "Me reminding" and said only:
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Your small pecker is a disgrace.

Fix your problem now.
-You know who I am

http://www.nycmenyc.com
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Textbook cosmetics marketing: define the problem (with a bit of shame if you can), offer the solution, add a personal touch.

I would like to add that in fact, I do NOT know who he/she is. Really, I don't.

Like many dogs, Kola leaps to her feet and starts running around excitedly at the sound of jingling car keys. Experience has taught her that this means someone is going out, and by golly, that's where all the best the stuff is to sniff and pee on.

And unfortunately, like many small children, Adéle really loves to play with keys. Nice jangly sound, satisfyingly cool metal on sore gums, with the added bonus of that black furry thing starts running around like crazy.

I think you can see where I'm going with this. Oy. File under: Not in the parent books.