Thursday 14 September 2006

Green eggs and spam

Ah spam.

I received a spam email today in my yahoo! account inbox. No great issue there: obviously we all get them and normally I would just trash them, but this one was such a hoot that I thought it might be interesting to post. It's not very well written (no, I'm not surprised) and the grammar is appalling, but read on. I guess it's meant to be titillating but it's really kinda silly.

Read on if you're bored...

She told Odette she believed she was in love with you too.
He intended to reach the sailing boat at anycost. A few minutes later he swung his launch under the wall of Casana harbour.
She was dressed inwhite again; now she hardly ever wore anything on her head.
I wanted to talk to you then but you gave me no opportunity. Richard was trying topenetrate her reason for making this effort to attract him. I trust you not to go to Devolis without me, but to take theboat straight to Aquafonti.
Richard called down to the boatman to makeready.
Richard had, in truth, completely forgotten that he had lefthis guest at Casana.
She knew she couldhave taken one of his boats to row across to Casana. She fell upon him and seized his hand with her teeth, biting hard.
Robinson immensely enjoyed being duckedby the two sisters. She put a peculiar seriousness into her tone, dropping her voice.
Its very flattering of you to want me to come.
She put her hands to her mouth and shouted, but he could only distinguish one word: Terno. With this she gathered together her gold bag and other rattling objectsand sailed out of the room. Mrs Rafferty would have to provide her guests with the meansof getting home.
You mean to say youve never heard of Palk, the great packer, ofChicago.
May I ask what arrangements you have made with your friends? His host nodded and Richard, following the servant into the house, askedfor pencil and paper. His feeling towards Aquafonti was ripening intosomething near akin to hate.
Only then he realisedwith rage the sheer uselessness of his enterprise. She was nothis chattel, nor was she his mistress in her own eyes, whatever shemight be in his.
Virginia poked fun at him as he gotinto Richards boat.
Not half-a-gale, busying herself in berthing her ship. Even if he leftPietro to manage the launch alone, how was he to board the skiff? He ignored it andtried to concentrate his thoughts. Her childish talk had no charm for him at that moment. He could not haveexplained why she produced upon him an effect of elusiveness.

3 comments:

Craig said...

Yeah - I've been getting spam like this for years. A different variation every few days. Tey are filterred out of my life now but I always used to wonder whether there was something a bit more sinister behind it.

Anyone?

Anonymous said...

Turning Spam Into Stories

Every artist has to discover the medium that best suits his or her style of expression. For John Chamberlain, it was car parts. For Joseph Beuys, fat. And for Alex Dragulescu, it’s junk e-mail.

Mr. Dragulescu, head of the Experimental Game Lab at the University of California at San Diego, has already earned attention for his "spam plants"—organic-looking images created by computer algorithms that analyze text and data patterns in mass e-mailings. Now the artist is developing software that can gather text from spam and turn it into "experimental graphical novels," according to CNET News.

"By analyzing text using computational linguistics methods," he says, "you can detect anger and sadness." —Brock Read

Link to pictures

Craig said...

Speaking of Spam, This guy at a website called cockeyed has a love story built from spam emails..

check it out here