Is it me?

Or have the programmers of the spam algorithm ceased to be creative types on a gap year?



I don’t know about you guys, but I used to enjoy reading through my queued comments: snickering at the syntax errors; shaking  at the side-splittingly crude attempts to make out I’m the best thing since sliced… spam; strutting around my room in self depreciating smugness at my SES rating and how it varied depending on which message I was reading.

But like all good things it has come to an end.  For the last few weeks – I have had splurges of spam, seriously “synical” – 500-600 words of html code with all possible permutations of greetings.  There has been no wit, no ingenuity – No flair.

It is beyond  so beyond “Spam” that I struggle for Sibilance “sentered” sarcasm:

In fact there is only one word for this shocking symantic slide…

It is… drivel