Most People’s Typical Day…
Another one of those funny emails that showed up in my inbox. At least when I propogate them, I’m publishing them in a static web page rather than spamming them to dozens of hapless souls. This is how it goes:
So, I decide to wash the car. I start toward the garage and notice the mail on the table. OK, I’m going to wash the car, but first I’m going to go through the mail. I lay the car keys down on the desk, discard the junk mail and I notice the trash can is full. I’ll just put the bills on my desk and take the trash out, but since I’m going to be near the mailbox anyway, I’ll pay these few bills first. Now, where is my checkbook? Oops, there’s only one check left. My extra checks are in my desk. Oh, there’s the Coke I was drinking. I’m going to look for those checks. But first I need to put my Coke further away from the computer. Oh, maybe I’ll pop it into the fridge to keep it cold for a while. I head toward the kitchen and my flowers catch my eye, they need some water. I set the Coke on the counter and, “Uh, oh!” There are my glasses! I was looking for them all morning! I’d better put them away first. I fill a container with water and head for the flowerpots… Aaaaaargh! Someone left the TV remote in the kitchen. I’ll never think to look in the kitchen tonight, when I want to watch television so I’d better put it back in the family room where it belongs. I splash some water into the pots and onto the floor, I throw the remote onto the sofa and I head back down the hall trying to figure out what it was I was going to do in the first place.
End of Day: The car isn’t washed, the bills are unpaid, the Coke is sitting on the kitchen counter, the flowers are half watered, the checkbook still has only one check in it, and I can’t seem to find my car keys. When I try to figure out how come nothing got done today, I’m baffled because…
I KNOW I WAS BUSY ALL DAY LONG!
Speaking of spam, I just had an epiphany! Spam is probably something on which you can freely violate whatever copyright may exist. After all, the average sophomoric spammer isn’t going to come forward and claim authorship, along with the associated fines, penalties, and general ášš-kicking they deserve.
Of course, now the problem arises of trying to find some good spam worth copying…
