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I'm trying to find a publisher for a book version of good things from spam, with a few extras such as cartoons and spam poetry. If you're interested in finding out more, or just want to encourage me, please email me.

Saturday, August 21, 2004



NOW WE CAN SHIIP TO UR COUNTRY ORIGINAL SOFTWARES FROM $15 EACH CD wrong fact

This spam is a good lesson in making sure you always read the fine print.


Friday, August 20, 2004



We've found a school for you!

But I don't want to go back to school! The horrible lunches, the hours of algebraic boredom, the bullying... Mommy! Don't let them take me! Waaaaah!


Thursday, August 19, 2004



look at this Huuuge Came1 Toe....

Oh, it was tempting to click on that one and see the Huuuge Camel Toe, but I resisted. I don't know how I managed it, but I did. If it had been a Giiigantic Dromedary Toe, I would have given in and opened it.


Wednesday, August 18, 2004



imagine being like god

Spam and metaphysics so often go hand-in-hand, and this one is no exception. Okay, I'm imagining... Woooaaaah! Too much information! If I was God, I'd have to stop time to really check out everything that was going on, then start it again for a couple of seconds, and see what's changed, then start it again, and...it would be like having a 6 billion-channel cable TV service - I'd spend more time zapping than watching. I guess God must have the equivalent of a PVR, like TiVo, which 'records' everything so he doesn't have to do that. Or maybe he just doesn't bother with most of the 'channels', like me. That would explain a few things.


Tuesday, August 17, 2004



did you know that you can be paid for your time?

Oh. I've got a horrible feeling that I've missed out on a whole lot of cash all these years I've been 'working'. Even on Good Things From Spam. I wish someone had told me sooner.


Monday, August 16, 2004



only you can squishy squashberry

Oh, how nice! After yesterday's rather unfairly critical spam, I'm glad that someone out there has finally recognized one of my special talents. The squashberry, Manitoba's official provincial fruit, is so named because no matter how hard you try, you can't squish one of them. But I can. Oh, yes - I just love squishing the squashberry. There's always a huge pulpy, juicy mess everywhere afterwards, but I squish away to my heart's content anyway. Squishy, squishy, squish!


Sunday, August 15, 2004



why arent you prime terrific

I try, I really try, but some people are never satisfied. Even being plain terrific isn't enough, it seems. Now I have to be prime terrific. I guess I'll have to live with the fact that I'm just decimal average.


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