23 April 2006
Some things need no translation. The synthesized-calliope version of "Pop Goes the Weasel," heading across the block as I write this, inevitably heralds the arrival of the Ice Cream Man, and no words need be spoken until you hand over too much of your allowance in exchange for something that, given the 90-degree heat today, will melt down your wrist.
On the other hand, this passage at the bottom of a spam (titled "Babes inside your city") is mystifying:
This subject matter was broadcast to you because your-person asked for to be imparted of knowledge of offers from either us or one of our-person collaborators, if your-person do not need to encounter extends from ourselves once again please interact with us at this cursor.
So far as I can tell, this is the standard (and usually futile) opt-out clause fed through Babelfish a couple of dozen times.Posted at 3:04 PM to Scams and Spams