April 26, 2003 at 3:58 pm
· Filed under Leonard Richardson, Spam
Weird, Weird Spam Alert:
eBay Auction Education -- elaeocarpus family
It does appear to be marketing for some kind of “auction training course” for “creating multiple sources of income,” but why tack
Australian flowering trees on the end? To fool spam filters that are just going to block it when they see “eBay auction” in the subject line anyway? Also, there are (as always) a bunch of random strings after the link in the email itself–like “p r dq dhcyjgpmc rthhqbmaknycekzehm,” which I also assume is supposed to fool filters. But are there really email protection systems that look for random garbage as proof that it’s
not spam?
The mentality behind email marketing is so weird and convoluted now. I think spam is the new Dada.
Up until now, I’ve always used screen caps of the subject line when talking about spam, but I’ve switched to Crummy-style pre tags instead. The idea behind it originally was that a screen cap would lend credence and establish that I wasn’t making it up, but really, it’d be just as easy to fake it in PSP as it is in Notepad. Also I was kind of tired.
Speaking of tired, I realized the other day that I now prefer raisins in my cereal to marshmallows. What the hell am I supposed to do now? Retire?
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April 26, 2003 at 1:03 am
· Filed under Bands I've Been In, David Flora, Discoveries, Music, Religion, Stress
Two hours of sleep last night, as I stupidly stayed up until three before I even realized that I still had to do my homework. I say “stupidly” because I wasn’t even staying up for any specific purpose–I just hung out with Michelle and Jessica and David, beatboxing and rhapsodizing about the Neptunes. That’s college, I guess, but then I thought I was supposed to get good at time management someday. Ha ha ha!
That wasn’t exactly the best night to skimp on sleep, either, as today was a big day: not only our biggest crowd at Chalk Circle, but my first ever show as the drummer for Grandma’s Genius! And it rocked! We’d practiced together on exactly one song, which we didn’t end up playing, and the PA was crap, which made for a frustrating beginning. As it turns out, though, once we got started we had a pretty flawless forty minutes. We’re good at this!
Then, just as we finished our last song (BNL, “Brian Wilson,” where I get to go crazy thundergod at the end), the first drops of rain started to fall… all over the band that had earlier refused to swap us time slots.
That’s right. God loves Grandma’s Genius more.
(Also, found while searching for Neptunes sites: Conch is their specialty!)
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