I just had to share this

A spam message managed to slip through gmail's filters today. The first line reads:

"It is time to end the anguish of the length of ur thing."

Oh, the anguish!

-=the serious part starts here=-

Spam and the software that's built against it is an amazing arms race. The few ads that get past my filters are those without a single word that could could identify them as such. In the past, spammers used misspellings like 'ob ese' or 'V1agra P1lls' but the current generation of filters are built to learn those.

I clicked on the link (with a completely innocuous-looking URL, that they likely have to change constantly), and there weren't even any red-flag words on the page. The ad was just a large image. So even if the spam filters read the links contained in the mail, they wouldn't catch this one. I wonder how long until they install character recognition software to catch words contained in image ads like this one.

Wars are the greatest stimulators of technological advance and this is nothing short of a war to save email. What's next, an AI that can read and understand English to tell when a message is wanted or not? That's a pretty hard challenge, especially considering the grammar contained in these spams.

Junebugs are unpopular.

In case you are bored and you are on the Internet(which is assumed), I am providing links upon which you may engage (or, in interweb parlance, click) your mouse.

Girls are Pretty
This blog is in fact a calendar that tells you what you are going to do every day, even unto the rest of your life!

Damn Interesting
Educational! Articles about things which are interesting. Damn.

Comics:
Scary Go Round
Young people experience supernatural intrigue. In England!

Questionable Content
Relationship suspense! Girls with issues.

Something Positive
Comic about making fun of stupid people (mostly)

Beaver and Steve
Beaver + Dinosaur + Imagination! = Adventures

Diesel Sweeties
Robots who act like people. People who look like pixels.

MegaTokyo
Gaming geeks go to fictional Tokyo. Japanese girls with issues.

Now you can waste time the Carl Foust way. O Joyous Occasion!

Skippin Like a Stone

Junebug!
Why are you so dumb? What are you doing climbing up my lampshade?

Perhaps you emerge from the lawn at dusk feeling kind of randy and wanting to have a good time.
I can understand that. You do what you want. I'd probably feel the same way if I were pupating in the ground all winter, or whatever it is that you do.

But my room is not some kind of club where you can buzz on in to find like-minded single junebugs, fly clumsily around, crash into the wall and then fall to the floor.
Just because my light is on, that doesn't mean "Junebugs, come on in!"
I don't want to have to put the screen back in my window just because of you.
I mean, geez, Junebug. Don't you even know what month it is? It's May! You're like, a month early.

Seriously, you and your buddies have to get out of here. Let's go.