Monday, January 15, 2007
Ostensibly A. Paragraph
Pretty much, folks will whine about anything. They complain about spam in their email as if the inbox was a corporeal object and the spam an odious gelid substance. Or as if the time they spent clearing the stuff out had any value in the first place. Select. Delete. How hard is that? Clearing spam out of your inbox is a minor chore - like flossing, or rinsing your coffeecup. And the best part is the spam senders' names: Extraneously J. Ineptitude. Pontificate U. Unwisely. It's as if Groucho Marx and W.C. Fields were sending us little notes from the beyond.