Every day drifts of spam accumulate in my various email accounts. Hundreds of tiny burrs under my saddle, every day. Thousands of individual straws a week; tens of thousands pelting down each month. This camel wants to spit a crackling EMP back up the lines to fuse their polluting mail servers into melty lumps.
I'm technoliterate and I know how to employ industrial-strength spam filters. It's a rare day when something makes it over the moat, under the portcullis and past the murder-holes. This one did.
I AM NOT BILDAD! I DO NOT WANT YOUR ###########ING WRIST WATCH!
I'm technoliterate and I know how to employ industrial-strength spam filters. It's a rare day when something makes it over the moat, under the portcullis and past the murder-holes. This one did.
I AM NOT BILDAD! I DO NOT WANT YOUR ###########ING WRIST WATCH!
Hmmm, I'm noticing a distinct drop in blog postings since your personal stuff migrated over here. Are you trying to show everyone else up by actually WORKING?! ;)
Fawn
But, really, how often do you get to pronounce a name like that? Certainly not at the end of "Send me the..." or "I'll take care of the..."
Come to think of it, it's Biblical, that name. Job's really short friend. Bildad the Shuhite.
Ruth