Spam is one of my favorite foods, although mother doesn’t approve. I eat Spam and eggs, with rice, in sandwiches, and with green eggs and ham, Spam I am. I also hate spam. The email kind of spam give me nausea and diarrhea of the inbox. Spam emails that is.
Where did they get my email address? No, I don’t want cheap software, pharmaceuticals, a larger male member, or a cheap wristwatch as a novelty. I just want the emails that are from people I know to occupy my inbox.
It looks like Spam (food) started in US, and now spam (those darned emails) are coming from Asia. Americans are trying to correlate some sort of anti-spam effort, but it seems tough to get rid of. And let’s mention that spam is more than the above mentioned marketing emails. Spam is heavily related to phishing and hacking.
The spam thing is getting out of hand if you ask me. A good name is being dragged through the dirt, stepped on, spit, chopped, chewed and spit out. Find out more of what’s going on with this Asian-spam at businessweek.com.
Government breaks up corporate behemoth, smaller companies fight during their mad-dash for market share, companies start buying one another and soon the founding member is no more…or is it? Gather round, my children, for another story from “American Capitalism: TelCo Edition.”
Music and me are like peas and carrots. Money and me are like Tom and Jerry. So when CD’s came out, and blank tapes were abundant, I made copies of my friend’s discos compactos. The quality wasn’t as good, the shiny disk factor was null, but there was one advantage to purchasing tapes over CD’s: choice. I never bought the same blank tapes twice. With more selection and different colors to choose from, it was fun to run out of tapes and purchase new ones.
I must admit, I was a bit skeptical about the whole “Napoleon Dynamite” thing when it came out – people raved about a movie that I almost immediately deemed a total waste of my time.
