Tuesday, February 2, 2016

My spam wants me to go shopping


This evening, in a four-hour time period, my spam messages told me I needed to shop for all of the following items:

  • windows
  • siding
  • women (via a senior dating site)
  • sheets
  • flooring
  • a car
Frankly, I remain disappointed in my spam.  It doesn't know me at all.  It has no comprehension of what I might like or need.

My spam needs work.




4 comments:

Mark P said...

Be thankful it wasn't offering to sell you little blue pills.

David Drake said...

Dear Mark,

Well, women are a perennial favorite, though probably nobody who's going to show up on a senior dating site.

And I'm expecting you to upgrade your Tesla any time to the AWD version.

I think your complaint is that your spam isn't sufficiently high end. Perhaps that's a field PT can get into: spam tailored for the man who has everything.

Thoughtfully,
Dave

Mark said...

Fair point.

Mark said...

The "Fair point" comment was in response to Mark P.

Dave, I don't think I have everything, but I certainly do have a lot. I do eye the Tesla upgrade; how could one not?

The key point here, though, is not that my spam isn't high-end enough; it's that it's boring.

PT will never get into spam. We are, after, all Principled Technologies.

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