amusing ourselves to death

Ever so slightly amused here. Since earthlink's spamblocker started randomly grabbing mail that I do want, and which addys are, in fact, in my address book, instead of letting known spam take place out of my sight, I check the spam folder as often as I check real mail. Today, opening email, I got 10 pieces of email, and 8 pieces of spam.

While checking the spam to make sure nothing from friends or family was there, I suddenly got a vision of my life as the spammers imagine I wish it to be: Sitting there watching college girls run wild in Cancun, wearing my knockoff Pradas, playing with my extra large penis, admiring my fake Rolex, checking in every now and again to see how my fake software is doing, and taking my very cheap Canadian meds, including cXalXs (for which I won't need a physician), so my 3 extra inches will be a dragon in my drawers and JLo and 19 black men entertain me on my ultra cheep DVD while I find my own true love via the Tibetan monks' patented secret number system. . . .

Life would be just soooooooooooo good.

And now I'm going to go and light a candle for the spammers. They really need one. A three inch one. . . .

Oh, nevermind. . . .

STAGE II

You begin to imagine the actual lives of the peeps who actually click on the links, and make it worthwhile for the spammers to continue to send this stuff out. That you shop with these people, drive on the same highways with these people. Eat in the same restaurants with these people. Vote with these people. . . . Wait! Mystery solved. . . .

Now, I have to find my pr0zXc. . . .