Every day I spend 15 to 20 minutes sorting out the spam - even with pretty good spam filtering. It's annoying and offensive and I wish to hell that someone, somewhere could do something about it.
So, here's a plea for all you spammers out there. Look at yourselves. Trying to sell sex, drugs, real estate get-rich-quick plans. Is this what your life has come to?
Know this. Your time is short. We'll fix email and the net and you'll reap the whirlwind. When reputation matters and there are no more secrets, we'll remember you. Yes we will.
Repent, Spammer
More of a column than a blog. And very little about pirates, really. This be the blog of Randal T. Murray (No, the "T" does not stand for "Tiberius", no matter what you may have heard).
Friday, August 27, 2004
Monday, August 23, 2004
Call Me Ishmael
Now here's a great and worth project: The Hook Project
Wow, just reading through the entries to date makes me want to shout, "to the library!"
Books are such wonderful things. It's such a rare pleasure to find really good ones. And the best, the very best, take no time for you to ease into them. Bam. You're hooked.
My first contribution: the opening from John D. MacDonalds'Darker Than Amber
Wow. Top that!
Wow, just reading through the entries to date makes me want to shout, "to the library!"
Books are such wonderful things. It's such a rare pleasure to find really good ones. And the best, the very best, take no time for you to ease into them. Bam. You're hooked.
My first contribution: the opening from John D. MacDonalds'
"We were about to give up and call it a night when somebody dropped the girl off the bridge."
Wow. Top that!