You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy™
The insanity filling up my Life’s crazy in box.
At the bottom of every post is a link to send me a message or a comment.
I get about 50 a week.
Some come from real humans. They thank me for the article I wrote or ask a question about the topic I covered.
But other emails are so esoteric, so disjointed, they can only come from some mystical, computer generated algorythm in cyber space.
It’s like I’m dealing with a back alley Wizard of Oz, looking at me from behind the gallactic curtain.
Some of the comments that show unannounced, uninvited to my in box are a little spooky.
It’s like the magazine salesman who knocks on the door and wants to push past you into your living room to sell you something evil.
The messages can be weird and invasive, kind of like seeing a face peering at you from the bathroom stall beside you.
Some of these comments are from Asia, the UK, Down Under. Some are nefarious in tone and I wonder what the hell their purpose is.
Some of the comments are so fragmented and so insane, they could only be spoken by a member of Congress or a computer generated program that phishes the internet looking to imbed code somewhere.
These viruses are called Spam Bots.
According to Wikipedia: A spambot is an automated computer program that sends spam. Spambots usually create fake accounts.
I think spam bots are like the flying monkeys in the Wizard of Oz. They inhabit the forested Matrix and scour the internet for new content. Spam Bots determine what the topic is and then formulate sentences that make sense a few words at a time.
Here are some emails I have recently received from the mystic matrix of obfuscation:
Are you a fanatic and lover connected with techno music? In actual fact, any type created by music can continually be helpful in promoting a client.
Fantatic? Lover? Techno Music?
I am not even sure what the purpose of this sentence is. Am I suppose to buy something?
Fear not, Austin tx offers plenty linked to kiddie-party options. The second is Fort Lauderdale is at the western point for this Bermuda Triangle.
I like this idea. Kid birthday parties in the Bermuda Triangle. Can you imagine World War II pilots and Egyptian Pharoahs singing you happy birthday and then giving you gift bags full of cosmic pixie dust?
Each of the guests really should try to pass their bottle on to the individual on their right-hand side. The house was initially rapidly deteriorating.
I had a conversation similar to this with a traffic cop buddy of mine recently. I asked him, who has the right of way if four cars all arrive at a four way stop at the same time? The car to the right he says. But they are all the car to the right, I say. He scratches his head. I gotta read that in the rule book.
Exactly.
ティファニー ブレスレット…
I get a lot of entries like the one above. I am not sure what it says. I would love to respond, but not sure what font to use. It mostly scares me and makes me check to see if my malaware protection is paid for.
Some eleventh house usually presides over our own aspect of achievement. Does the design maximize the space of all of the greenhouse?
11th house presides over achievement. Maximize the space of all of the green house? This is what John Lennon would have written after eating a large pizza with magic mushrooms.
Yikes. Spam Bots smoking the spleef on this one, ya.
And then there are the entries that have a human tone, but make me skeptical. They are coherent and totally ego stroking, but they don’t make much sense past that.
Hello There. I discovered your blog using msn. This is a really smartly written article. I will be sure to bookmark it and come back to learn extra of your helpful info.
What useful info. I am not writing a dishwasher repair manual. Every run on sentence I write is designed to make you think or laugh, but rarely could it be construed as “helpful”
Thank you for the post. I’ll certainly return. My brother suggested I might like this website. He was entirely right. This post actually made my day. You can’t imagine simply how much time I had spent for this info! Thanks!
Again. Info? Like I am a thesaurus of knowledge. I like how this spam bot worked a brotherly tone into the sentence. Nice try evil bathroom stall peeping tom
Hi I am so delighted I found your webpage, I really found you by accident, while I was browsing on Google for something else, Nonetheless I am here now and would just like to say thanks for a fantastic post and a all round interesting blog (I also love the theme/design), I don’t have time to browse it all at the moment but I have book-marked it and also included your RSS feeds, so when I have time I will be back to read much more, Please do keep up the awesome work.
This one reminds me of Silence of the Lambs. I have kidnapped you and dumped you in the hole under my house in the middle of the woods. I promise that I will put on a wig and bright red lip stick and chop up your body parts with a sharp knife.
It’s the wild west out there people. Internet wizards and African War Lords sending evil spam bots to my in-box to rape me, pillage me and steal my money.
I don’t trust any of this cosmic stew.
It’s all a bunch of internet dust blowing up my skirt.
Though it does kind of tingle.
Life’s Crazy™