A series of spam subjects in my junk folder, sorted alphabetically. I can’t help but read them as someone repeatedly trying to get my attention, getting more frantic and frustrated as time goes by.
how are you doing?
how are you getting on?
How Are You Getting Along?
How are you,
HOW ARE YOU.
How Do You Do.
how are you getting along?
HOW DO YOU DO ,
Seriously? Bacon flavoring syrup?
While I was looking for cinnamon, someone else spotted it and said, “Bacon? You might as well have beef!” (He was looking for peppermint.)
Would you buy this? What would you make with it? A bacon latte? A bacon margarita?
You’ve probably seen it: comments that say something entirely vague and either flattering or condescending, that could apply to just about any article. And then they link to an “escort” site, or a pill seller…or some small-town insurance office in the middle of nowhere who hired a black hat “SEO expert” who promised he’d get them backlinks and doesn’t care about the site’s reputation.
I got a great one last week: Somehow instead of getting one randomly-chosen message from a set, I got all of them in one comment: Continue reading
Over on another blog, I noted that Netflix’s new DVD name Qwikster sounded familiar. I got some support requests and a small spam run, including this comment:
I keep getting these creepy late-night phone calls from the CEO of Netflix saying that no one else is ever going to love me like he does.
Why do I get the feeling that someone read Woot’s parody of the post?
It’s September 13. Technically it’s still SUMMER.
