My Fume??? Not Pictures of my Fume!!!!

I love spam.

Well, OK, actually I hate spam (the email type, not the meat product type. Being a good child of the 70's, I actually have fond memories of breakfasts with fried Spam). But, the spam filters on my email at work are really, REALLY good, and catch boatloads of spam.

Therefore, when I do occasionally get a spam email, I can be amused rather than annoyed. Typically, it's the surreality of the language that gets me; the more spam I read the less convinced I become that if you gave an infinite number of monkeys typewriters and let them type forever, one of them would produce the works of Shakespeare, regardless of what Douglas Adams says. Randomly stringing English words together just doesn't seem to work that way!

For example, I got a spam mail this morning, telling me that the senders were holding my baby, and wanted 50 OO (thats five-zero-oh-oh) of something to release said baby. What, exactly, they wanted five-zero-oh-oh of was indeterminate. For that matter, I don't even know what five-zero-oh-oh MEANS, unless they actually wanted fifty of something, and the two oh's were meant to represent amazement at the amount (Ooooooh!)

And just to let me know they meant business, they told me they had pictures of my fume!

OMG, I'm so embarrased. Pictures of my fume on the internet!!!!!