Spam.
Everyone says they hate it, I don't. I love it.
Countless games have been conjured through the spam both myself and my mother receive on a daily basis. From the simple joys of the Keyboard Smash (impress the ladiesdjf948n49fnw), to the more well thought-out devices with sensitive titles such as: "Your weight will smother you" and "You have no confidence, women overlook you, your penis is too small."*
Our latest round consisted of spam where the text had been injected with another text, almost invisible, and mostly comprised of nonsense. More keyboard smashing, the scarse word or two, but nothing particularly interesting. That was the case until we stumbled across a strange new phenomenon.
The spammers have returned to more literary roots. Yes. It looks like spammers have become more refined in their old age, giving us a healthy dose of literature along with our free viagra prescriptions and hot, hot, hot lesbian orgies. It's not a bad idea, for what else have you got to do while popping weight loss pills and waiting for the devise suctioned onto your genitalia to kick-in?
"ucfogr rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and aesij then dipped suddenly down, so hqywgpp Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself she found jjopik down a very deep ovdeubknjl."
Check your mailbox. If you've been blessed with a little A. A. Milne along with your XXX PIX then I advise you to share this with me, or I'm coming to find it myself...
-- Thanks to
Clive Thompson and
Whoever at the BBC for the links and info.
*Actual email titles. My penis never recovered from the trauma and consequently disappeared completely.