Where do you start when you hear everything at once?
Live and learn. Wayne&Wax forwarded me a spam this morning, which at first glance appeared to come from me. While the scare prompted me to change my passwords to something even more ridiculously complicated, it turns out I was just silly to leave my old blogger domain name unclaimed when I did this weekend’s change-up. The email stemmed from the domain I abandoned (which is no longer associated with me, and ridiculously NSFW), not the one you’re reading now. I reported the splog to the blogger staff, and I’m relieved to know nobody actually spamjacked my current account.
Having already acknowledged his appreciation for this sort of poetic byproduct of the internet advertising era, Wayne couldn’t help but point out the dissonance contained within the spam he received today, which resulted from the multitude of predictably and clownishly obscene spamlinks crowding around one lonely heartfelt line in the middle:
“My little munchkin turns 9 today. Happy Birthday sweetheart. Love you LOTS.”
Speaking of turning 9 today, I’ll leave you with this favorite:
Tangents for the Chasing
