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