Tuesday, November 10, 2020

From The Spamfiles

Spam is weirdly relieving to me. I mean, there’s no way these scams will ever have any actual impact on my life, so I don’t have anything to worry about. It’s a nice change of pace.

I love it when I get spam that promises to get rid of spam. With one click. And you can confirm your unsubscribe. You go ahead and eat your own tail, you crazy ouroboros.

Am I… unsubscribing from mail delivery? Is that what this is???

How strangely poignant. Someone, somewhere, is Searching For You.

Yes, nails rarely have a say in where you put them. I’m also weirded out by the name “pocket juic”. I’m afraid to find out what that means.

I’m confirming that someone ran a background check on me? Wouldn’t that just give them more information?

Okay, I definitely want to know how my email wound up in an old book on literally the opposite side of the world from me. Excuse me, an old book from street.


  1. Don't think too much on the pocket juic.

  2. Who puts email addresses in books, anyway? Although, that might make for an interesting story. . .

  3. Sometimes, the fact that these scams catch anyone boggles my mind. Then I remember that I live in Florida.

    1. What I want to know is how many people have ended up in Florida because they fell for an internet scam?

  4. If it's public records, it hardly counts.

  5. Someone searching for you could be good or bad.

    No, no. Just bad.


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