5 November 2003
No word yet from Mike Hunt
Most of the spam that gets past my filters has for a sender's name either a meaningless jumble of crapola, which is immediately deleted, or a randomly-chosen real-sounding name, which is immediately deleted once I recognize it as being no one I know.
One of the dunderheads trying to sell me Microsoft OEM software of dubious provenance signed himself as "Spoilage G. Prone," which strikes me as a decent pseudonym for some future blogger (cf. Mindles H. Dreck). I figure sooner or later they'll hit on the name used by the British satire magazine Private Eye back in the Sixties for a Fleet Street malingerer of the Jayson Blair stripe (and by me, briefly, as a BBS nom de modem): Lunchtime O'Booze.
And then, of course, I'll have to read the damn thing.