Yep folks, jayemdee@gmail.com has hit a new high of 627 spam on its rolling 30 day spam filter. wow. I can't tell you how proud I am to have crossed the 600 spam threshold. yippee.
I have some fresh spam poetry to mark the event.
Tired with weak penis?
Why don't you save-your_money? Even up_to 80%?
these three train three hours
It's going to be Coyote Ugly meets...
It¡¯s tough being ten year old Tadashi
Then tragedy strikes closer to home
they must struggle to make up
Mina Kolb, who plays Garlin character,produced no emissions
and a hilarious quest to make life is out of sight
their newborn child has died,who is an uncomfortable reminder of...
The group splinters and each push on
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Thursday, October 12, 2006
spam poetry #11 - spam at 484
Well, spam volume is really cranking up going into the fall. I've received 26 spam already today. Not sure where they all come from, but they come. Just noticed I have 120 more spam in my rolling 30-day spam filter than I did a month ago.
God, could my life be any more boring? Spam, spam, spam, blah, blah, blah.
sender: Rich Conner
subject: he be beautiful
of thoughts and feelings will provide
a humanitarian spring-board
viewer at his/her location.
Instead of a nail on a wall, "adjust" people
As more and more communications move away from analog
files for the artist and publisher.
Electronic mail, faxes, cellular phones and virtual realities turn off when their is repetition.
By the year 2010, the term Globally this new technology will be beyond human modes of expression.
democratic decentralized system.
cellular phone, and a mug of fresh things.
Go see the movie Slacker: a musical score
speak the language
God, could my life be any more boring? Spam, spam, spam, blah, blah, blah.
sender: Rich Conner
subject: he be beautiful
of thoughts and feelings will provide
a humanitarian spring-board
viewer at his/her location.
Instead of a nail on a wall, "adjust" people
As more and more communications move away from analog
files for the artist and publisher.
Electronic mail, faxes, cellular phones and virtual realities turn off when their is repetition.
By the year 2010, the term Globally this new technology will be beyond human modes of expression.
democratic decentralized system.
cellular phone, and a mug of fresh things.
Go see the movie Slacker: a musical score
speak the language
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
spam poetry #10 - spam at 417
sender: Ida McLaughlin
subject: it Tiopronin
Reminiscences connected with the spot where he had so disastrously...
lesson: I think of the number of yards of net in Miss Murdstones Yes.
Thats just his character, said I.
He's as brave as a perfect picture of neatness - though I made no further.
My dear Master Copperfield, she replied, we went to Plymouth.
as to me, I was dissolved in tears, that he hung over her
In a ... he makes hisself a sort o servant to her.
Allow me to inquire, Miss Trotwood, interposed Miss Murdstone,
- once beyond the houses, there was neither -
plunging in her short arm to the love,
Peggotty might send it, if she liked.
she had launched Mr. Peggottys house.
The ROSE was bound to the port of Rotterdam, whither the other?
He began, at least, calling me Mr. Balfour,
and plainly speaking I had been out, one day, loitering somewhere.
I could hardly find the door, through the tears that stood in my
I confess I am Mrs. Waterbrooks opinion, said Mr. Waterbrook.
Extraordinary.
I do something in that way myself - perhaps a murmur of voices had been audible on the outside,
the fire got low; and there was nothing real in all that I milk.
These she put down upon the table without a word,
glaring at meals,
it was James More that did the talking.
No doubt but he, talked.
Then she.
Indeed, Both Mr. and Mrs. have seen a good deal of life.
Emly is like me, said Peggotty, and would like to see him
subject: it Tiopronin
Reminiscences connected with the spot where he had so disastrously...
lesson: I think of the number of yards of net in Miss Murdstones Yes.
Thats just his character, said I.
He's as brave as a perfect picture of neatness - though I made no further.
My dear Master Copperfield, she replied, we went to Plymouth.
as to me, I was dissolved in tears, that he hung over her
In a ... he makes hisself a sort o servant to her.
Allow me to inquire, Miss Trotwood, interposed Miss Murdstone,
- once beyond the houses, there was neither -
plunging in her short arm to the love,
Peggotty might send it, if she liked.
she had launched Mr. Peggottys house.
The ROSE was bound to the port of Rotterdam, whither the other?
He began, at least, calling me Mr. Balfour,
and plainly speaking I had been out, one day, loitering somewhere.
I could hardly find the door, through the tears that stood in my
I confess I am Mrs. Waterbrooks opinion, said Mr. Waterbrook.
Extraordinary.
I do something in that way myself - perhaps a murmur of voices had been audible on the outside,
the fire got low; and there was nothing real in all that I milk.
These she put down upon the table without a word,
glaring at meals,
it was James More that did the talking.
No doubt but he, talked.
Then she.
Indeed, Both Mr. and Mrs. have seen a good deal of life.
Emly is like me, said Peggotty, and would like to see him
Monday, September 18, 2006
spam poetry #9 - spam at 414
sender: Alexander Alexander
subject: beware of fake pills
Rain
came down audible cataract
bend of lightning
chased one, sweltering like battling fiery dragons.
trudged, jangled hideously out of criminal Unearthly noises.
like a fifty parody of the holy sicknesses
that marks the elevation of the limited.
alarmed the ears,
the material monks,
unspeakable blasphemies,
sickly with ceremony and interspersed midst of a trapper.
suddenly tommyrot mad.
if a High Priest's necklace is but resolute,
Father Ambrose seized strenuous.
In phalanx, if for battle, the brethren porridge fergot
with gleaming eyes and trembling,
paled the militant army of God.
swept up lusting,
stairs mumbling, the ritual of the lids.
Infected, uncomplicated by the pleasantest hysteria,
Aubrey, sticker of the gravel
subject: beware of fake pills
Rain
came down audible cataract
bend of lightning
chased one, sweltering like battling fiery dragons.
trudged, jangled hideously out of criminal Unearthly noises.
like a fifty parody of the holy sicknesses
that marks the elevation of the limited.
alarmed the ears,
the material monks,
unspeakable blasphemies,
sickly with ceremony and interspersed midst of a trapper.
suddenly tommyrot mad.
if a High Priest's necklace is but resolute,
Father Ambrose seized strenuous.
In phalanx, if for battle, the brethren porridge fergot
with gleaming eyes and trembling,
paled the militant army of God.
swept up lusting,
stairs mumbling, the ritual of the lids.
Infected, uncomplicated by the pleasantest hysteria,
Aubrey, sticker of the gravel
Saturday, September 16, 2006
spam poetry #8 - spam at 398
sender:Chad Walker
subject:Hi
Stan Planton for being my number one source of information on
countless topics, head librarian, Ohio University and the Vatican Observatory.
Thanks also to CERN, Henry Beckett, Brett Trotter,
the Pontifical Academy of Science
Brookhaven Institute, FermiLab Library, Olga Wieser,
Don Ulsch of the National Security Institute,
Caroline H. Thompson at University of Wales,
Kathryn Gerhard, Omar Al Kindi, Federation of American Scientists.
An excerpt from angels and demons:
upside down In slow motion afraid of what he was about to witness,
Langdon rotated the fax 180 degrees.
He looked at the word light a long time.
Stunned, Langdon collapsed in a chair
He sat a moment in utter bewilderment.
Gradually, his eyes were drawn to the blinking red light on his fax machine. Whoever had sent this fax was still on the line waiting to talk.
Langdon gazed at the blinking.
He felt like a paleontologist.
Langdon's eyes were locked on the brand.
Illuminati.
he read over and over, His work had always been based on the symbolic equivalent of fossils, documents, and historical hearsay
but this image before him was today.
Present tense
subject:Hi
Stan Planton for being my number one source of information on
countless topics, head librarian, Ohio University and the Vatican Observatory.
Thanks also to CERN, Henry Beckett, Brett Trotter,
the Pontifical Academy of Science
Brookhaven Institute, FermiLab Library, Olga Wieser,
Don Ulsch of the National Security Institute,
Caroline H. Thompson at University of Wales,
Kathryn Gerhard, Omar Al Kindi, Federation of American Scientists.
An excerpt from angels and demons:
upside down In slow motion afraid of what he was about to witness,
Langdon rotated the fax 180 degrees.
He looked at the word light a long time.
Stunned, Langdon collapsed in a chair
He sat a moment in utter bewilderment.
Gradually, his eyes were drawn to the blinking red light on his fax machine. Whoever had sent this fax was still on the line waiting to talk.
Langdon gazed at the blinking.
He felt like a paleontologist.
Langdon's eyes were locked on the brand.
Illuminati.
he read over and over, His work had always been based on the symbolic equivalent of fossils, documents, and historical hearsay
but this image before him was today.
Present tense
Friday, September 15, 2006
spam poetry #7 - spam at 370
sender: Lundyx_Isaiah
subject: WARNING HI
gallant sangaree
Mister Bill Brown'll lead us in a speech
Hooray
you'll find out and be on your guard
see that you are safely deposited at home
of his escapades, he has described to his friend and assistant William,
other sticky confectionery.
that wax or paraffin paper was invented by the fish,
now nibbling at the naked hook,
the cheat resolved to risk
Their bellies seem to burn the seas below
And in his ruin all his house involved
The sun revolving throuth ethereal space
That Theseus conquerd and the monster fell.
subject: WARNING HI
gallant sangaree
Mister Bill Brown'll lead us in a speech
Hooray
you'll find out and be on your guard
see that you are safely deposited at home
of his escapades, he has described to his friend and assistant William,
other sticky confectionery.
that wax or paraffin paper was invented by the fish,
now nibbling at the naked hook,
the cheat resolved to risk
Their bellies seem to burn the seas below
And in his ruin all his house involved
The sun revolving throuth ethereal space
That Theseus conquerd and the monster fell.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
and I laugh
It's funny. Life that is, and the way it has of rising up in front of your face, giving you a bitch-slap, and wandering off down a dark and dreary street while you, just accosted, shake your head and think, "ah well, we'll all be gone some day anyway."
The point is, that here, on the eve, nay the breaking of the day, of the fifth anniversary of the attacks on the World Trade Centre I sit reading bits of news and commentary and have nothing better to console myself than a good chuckle at all the madness that I read.
Alice went down the rabbit hole, all's good for her, but it seems I've had, and for the most part the rest of the world, the rabbit hole shoved up my ass. There's a simplicity in the world view held by America's leaders, and I would imagine a substantial percentage of Americans, that indicates that five years on from that horrendous day, nothing really has improved and, and this is the big part that bitch-slaps you on the street, no one really gets it.
CNN reports an hour-long, sophisticated, tape has been released by the number-two man (that's funny, because it makes him the poopy one and the number-one man the pissy one) at Al-Qaeda where he basically thumbs his nose at the west and calls for renewed action in the "jihad".
Eric Margolis reflecting on the anniversary has this to say about more recent events, "Sending troops to Afghanistan, and cheering the destruction of Lebanon, seriously endangered Canada's national security, though it may help lumber exports."
And then there's this little bit from Condoleeza Rice, “That particular report I don’t remember seeing,” Ms. Rice said. Intelligence, she said, is often contradictory. and the report she hasn't seen is the one written by a group of U.S. senators that's been in all the news lately saying how Saddam and Al-Qaeda didn't have any ties and a bunch of other stuff that I guess a high-ranking administration official really doesn't need to know about.
And after reading each of these points, all I'm prepared to do, or perhaps am able to do, is laugh. It's not a nervous laugh or a forced laugh. It's a genuine, honest to goodness chuckle, that this is the world I live in and nothing's gonna change in the near future.
I think I'd better go to bed.
The point is, that here, on the eve, nay the breaking of the day, of the fifth anniversary of the attacks on the World Trade Centre I sit reading bits of news and commentary and have nothing better to console myself than a good chuckle at all the madness that I read.
Alice went down the rabbit hole, all's good for her, but it seems I've had, and for the most part the rest of the world, the rabbit hole shoved up my ass. There's a simplicity in the world view held by America's leaders, and I would imagine a substantial percentage of Americans, that indicates that five years on from that horrendous day, nothing really has improved and, and this is the big part that bitch-slaps you on the street, no one really gets it.
CNN reports an hour-long, sophisticated, tape has been released by the number-two man (that's funny, because it makes him the poopy one and the number-one man the pissy one) at Al-Qaeda where he basically thumbs his nose at the west and calls for renewed action in the "jihad".
Eric Margolis reflecting on the anniversary has this to say about more recent events, "Sending troops to Afghanistan, and cheering the destruction of Lebanon, seriously endangered Canada's national security, though it may help lumber exports."
And then there's this little bit from Condoleeza Rice, “That particular report I don’t remember seeing,” Ms. Rice said. Intelligence, she said, is often contradictory. and the report she hasn't seen is the one written by a group of U.S. senators that's been in all the news lately saying how Saddam and Al-Qaeda didn't have any ties and a bunch of other stuff that I guess a high-ranking administration official really doesn't need to know about.
And after reading each of these points, all I'm prepared to do, or perhaps am able to do, is laugh. It's not a nervous laugh or a forced laugh. It's a genuine, honest to goodness chuckle, that this is the world I live in and nothing's gonna change in the near future.
I think I'd better go to bed.
spam at 351
Okay, no poetry today. What caught my eye and made me laugh was receiving email from someone named Goober. That, and Goober's appreciation of my calmness and anonimity.
From: Goober Barker
Subject: This stuff will keep you moving longer
Hi!
If your love life leaves you and your girlfriend disappointed you have an opportunity to resolve your troubles once and for good with our discounted pharmaceuticals.
Get them at our online shop. We also appreciate your calmness and anonymity.
Make your lover pleased with our little aid from our site:
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Have a good day!
From: Goober Barker
Subject: This stuff will keep you moving longer
Hi!
If your love life leaves you and your girlfriend disappointed you have an opportunity to resolve your troubles once and for good with our discounted pharmaceuticals.
Get them at our online shop. We also appreciate your calmness and anonymity.
Make your lover pleased with our little aid from our site:
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Friday, September 08, 2006
spam poetry #6 - spam at 359
from: sooner LONDON
subject: Miners
local Feltex still hangs in balance
analyst pressure put Energy minister on
nuclear power Blair further quit rather than later
confirmed would stand down within months but refused set precise date
Qaeda video shows attackers training EU
CIA jails Iraq
find cut systems cameras software course streams web cams around world. section offered left search.
Many jobsites.
articles hightech equipment Germany.
Single Treff.
Our single-Meet-people date.
Send, friend, comes Email address Our big beer contest realtime.
Vote favourite beer.
LEO erwnscht Mit Leo jetzt mglich. starts september
As last years broadcast scenery, images, sound above area city.
always see history
pictures
videos
also page sites.
Now included with: weather Guide Soccer WMLinks Search engines Eventlist ticket Postcard Free Games
much more...
subject: Miners
local Feltex still hangs in balance
analyst pressure put Energy minister on
nuclear power Blair further quit rather than later
confirmed would stand down within months but refused set precise date
Qaeda video shows attackers training EU
CIA jails Iraq
find cut systems cameras software course streams web cams around world. section offered left search.
Many jobsites.
articles hightech equipment Germany.
Single Treff.
Our single-Meet-people date.
Send, friend, comes Email address Our big beer contest realtime.
Vote favourite beer.
LEO erwnscht Mit Leo jetzt mglich. starts september
As last years broadcast scenery, images, sound above area city.
always see history
pictures
videos
also page sites.
Now included with: weather Guide Soccer WMLinks Search engines Eventlist ticket Postcard Free Games
much more...
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
spam poetry #5
Fw: Re: You win 55689$
Hello Jayelkun!
unqualified and complete sense are distinctively defined
byandby
he discussed not all coming-to-be,
but only that of the elements.
distinctive of growth,
but characterizes coming-to-be as such
or in
For Tragedy and Comedy are both composed of the same letters.
Since however, already characterized as such-and-such a determinate body,
rather the 'such',
the 'so great',
or the 'somewhere',
which by association
either there is no such thing as coming-to-be at all
orchanges its place as a whole:
but the growing thing changes its place quickly,
while, if drops of water have first been 'associated'.
airi.e.
the dividing of it can continue indefinitely: so that we should.
Hello Jayelkun!
unqualified and complete sense are distinctively defined
byandby
he discussed not all coming-to-be,
but only that of the elements.
distinctive of growth,
but characterizes coming-to-be as such
or in
For Tragedy and Comedy are both composed of the same letters.
Since however, already characterized as such-and-such a determinate body,
rather the 'such',
the 'so great',
or the 'somewhere',
which by association
either there is no such thing as coming-to-be at all
orchanges its place as a whole:
but the growing thing changes its place quickly,
while, if drops of water have first been 'associated'.
airi.e.
the dividing of it can continue indefinitely: so that we should.
Saturday, September 02, 2006
spam poetry #4
This is an excerpt from a record setting day. August 31 saw 16 emails slide into my spam filter. The most ever in a single day. Sure, there are people out there getting loads more spam than me, but this is really a watershed moment for jayemdee@gmail.com
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Add cover Genre: Similar Reel Big Fish Rancid Rate Out votes Featured Songs Gang Control song details Now .
MB Reviews Sample Genres: SkaPunk.
Total Yesterday Streams: Combined
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RSS feeds About Networks
Jobs Advertise Site map BNET CNET.com Channel GameSpot Media MP.com mySimon TV.com Webshots ZDNet Copyright copy Inc. Rights Reserved. Privacy Policy Terms Use Sky Cybersurf
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Sunday, August 27, 2006
Thursday, August 24, 2006
spam poetry #2
just adults itKids Votetoo
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Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Spam poetry #1
olga from San Diego
Hi! my name is olga
Huge se`lectio'n of me`ds available
a't a'ttra`ctive' price`s.
Hi`ghe'st qu`ality assu`red.
Try u's o'u't to'day..
Bye.!
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Best regards. olga
Cogitations poenam nemo patitur
Persona non grata.
Citius, altius, fortius!
Post factum nullum consilutm.
De gustibus non disputandum est
Natura arte adjuta interdum facit miracula (Linnej).
Hi! my name is olga
Huge se`lectio'n of me`ds available
a't a'ttra`ctive' price`s.
Hi`ghe'st qu`ality assu`red.
Try u's o'u't to'day..
Bye.!
--
Best regards. olga
Cogitations poenam nemo patitur
Persona non grata.
Citius, altius, fortius!
Post factum nullum consilutm.
De gustibus non disputandum est
Natura arte adjuta interdum facit miracula (Linnej).
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Evening routine
Flickr is owned by Yahoo and Blogger is owned by Google. Two mega-corps vying for supremacy in the online world. Yet here I am at flickr, easily blogging a picture to be posted on blogger. Go figure.
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Justice - American style
Three Guantanamo inmates commit suicide and, rightly so, the authorities investigate how it happened. Are they also investigating why it happened? Early statements by the U.S. gov. said the triple suicide was a propoganda stunt. But buried in the following Washington Post story is a clue to another reason why the suicides might have taken place.
The discovery of the papers "indicated the passing of materials and messages between detainees and that some level of planning or coordination of the suicides had taken place" because two of the men had never been visited by attorneys, yesterday's filing says. The three detainees used torn bedsheets and clothing to hang themselves, military officials have said.Someday, this U.S. approach to justice is going to blow up in that country's face.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Last night
Standing on the balcony tonight it occured to me this was my last evening to take in the sight of Vancouver's skyline from our perch along the slopes of North Vancouver. Before we lived in this apartment, Meaghan and I looked out over Howe Sound. When we decided to move to North Vancouver we felt a sense of loss that our days would no longer begin and end with the stunning view of Anvil Island set against the southern edge of the Tantalus mountain range. We didn't expect the view from our new apartment to be nearly as stunning as that which we left, but it was. And now we're leaving that.
Our worldly belongings have been reduced to 30 boxes, 6 rubbermaid bins, 2 hutches, 2 sets of drawers, a coffee table, a desk, a kitchen table with four chairs, a stand for the tv and stereo, and our bed. Most if it has been relegated to what used to be our dining room (and I use that term loosely.) In a few days, movers will arrive and pack it into a truck for the long trip to New Brunswick. In the meantime, and for a period afterward, Meaghan and I will stay with family before she heads out by plane and still later I head out with the car.
In a sense, I'm glad we're moving across the country. I'd hate to imagine putting this much work into moving across town. The packing and inventoring has been laborious. On the bright side, we have probably rid ourselves of four or five large boxes of apparently useless clutter and we'll be starting relatively fresh at the other end.
Our worldly belongings have been reduced to 30 boxes, 6 rubbermaid bins, 2 hutches, 2 sets of drawers, a coffee table, a desk, a kitchen table with four chairs, a stand for the tv and stereo, and our bed. Most if it has been relegated to what used to be our dining room (and I use that term loosely.) In a few days, movers will arrive and pack it into a truck for the long trip to New Brunswick. In the meantime, and for a period afterward, Meaghan and I will stay with family before she heads out by plane and still later I head out with the car.
In a sense, I'm glad we're moving across the country. I'd hate to imagine putting this much work into moving across town. The packing and inventoring has been laborious. On the bright side, we have probably rid ourselves of four or five large boxes of apparently useless clutter and we'll be starting relatively fresh at the other end.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
wtf?
I had a short yet insightful talk with Meaghan tonight. It's remarkable that for 38 years I have wandered the planet, well mainly Canada and even then just little bits of it, and haven't really understood what it's all about.
People I know, many whom I know really quite well, consider me to be an intelligent fellow. Well, I have news for them: I'm not. Not in the sense people usually equate intelligence with. I may notice things and I certainly have an inate curiosity about the world, people and events around me, but on the whole, I consider myself to be rather thick, as it were.
Case in point, and this gets us back to the talk Meaghan and I had this evening. It never occured to my that the dreams I have and hold, of things I'd like to do in life, are attainable dreams. I never saw a relationship between dreams and goals. Dreams have always been nothing more than dreams; ideals thrown about my head of things I'd love to do, that certainly occured to me as being doable, by someone with the requisite skills, but never as accomplishments that could be completed by me. And this is the part that hooks into the bit above about spending 38 years lost in the wilderness.
I think I finally get it.
For years I've thought it would be nice to write travel books about the Maritimes. Hiking and camping to be specific, but in a general sense I've wanted to communicate through words and images the beauty of the Maritimes in a manner that compels others to come to this region to explore, and to provide concise information that will facilitate such a journey. It never occured to me that I could actually go beyond the wish and actually do it. That is until tonight.
For those of you who know me and are reading this you may think the idea is patently obvious. Well, good for you. For me it is a remarkable revelation and I now feel driven to get going on it.
Hooray for me, I finally have a goal to call my own.
People I know, many whom I know really quite well, consider me to be an intelligent fellow. Well, I have news for them: I'm not. Not in the sense people usually equate intelligence with. I may notice things and I certainly have an inate curiosity about the world, people and events around me, but on the whole, I consider myself to be rather thick, as it were.
Case in point, and this gets us back to the talk Meaghan and I had this evening. It never occured to my that the dreams I have and hold, of things I'd like to do in life, are attainable dreams. I never saw a relationship between dreams and goals. Dreams have always been nothing more than dreams; ideals thrown about my head of things I'd love to do, that certainly occured to me as being doable, by someone with the requisite skills, but never as accomplishments that could be completed by me. And this is the part that hooks into the bit above about spending 38 years lost in the wilderness.
I think I finally get it.
For years I've thought it would be nice to write travel books about the Maritimes. Hiking and camping to be specific, but in a general sense I've wanted to communicate through words and images the beauty of the Maritimes in a manner that compels others to come to this region to explore, and to provide concise information that will facilitate such a journey. It never occured to me that I could actually go beyond the wish and actually do it. That is until tonight.
For those of you who know me and are reading this you may think the idea is patently obvious. Well, good for you. For me it is a remarkable revelation and I now feel driven to get going on it.
Hooray for me, I finally have a goal to call my own.
Saturday, May 13, 2006
rolling 30-day spam count: 85
A month ago I interviewed a woman who wrote a Japanese-fusion cookbook. We talked about the state of Japanese cuisine in Canada and about how closely today's generation of Japanese-Canadian follows a traditional Japanese diet. One of the dishes the woman mentioned was Spam sushi. I had heard of it, but dismissed it as a joke.
No joke.
The woman told me that when Japanese-Canadians were released from internment camps following the second world war they understandably faced considerable economic hardship. At the time, Spam was cheap and readily available, so they adapted it to their diet. Spam sushi was the result. However, this is one fusion dish that didn't make it into her cook book.
No joke.
The woman told me that when Japanese-Canadians were released from internment camps following the second world war they understandably faced considerable economic hardship. At the time, Spam was cheap and readily available, so they adapted it to their diet. Spam sushi was the result. However, this is one fusion dish that didn't make it into her cook book.
Friday, May 12, 2006
Sunday, May 07, 2006
rolling 30-day spam count: 76
This is great. There seems to have been a spam bubble last month and the spammers have since slowed down. Good for them.
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Friday, March 31, 2006
I'm tire of looking at my last post
My last post was starting to bother me. I'm tire of looking at it.
Ehtozed is nothing more than a portable list of favourites. I don't post to it anymore. At least not with any sort of regularity. For that matter I never did post on a regular basis. Problem: if I'm a writer, why don't I write?
For now I'll just have to let that thought percolate through my fuzzy grey-matter. At some point the synapses will all come together in the right combination and I'll be able to move forward. For now though I'll just stew.
Hmmm. Stewing is something I find myself doing a fair amount of in this space. It usually follows an extended time since my last post, like now, and ends with a promise to do more. Not this time.
Somewhere out there, on another blog with an address ending in the classic, or ubiquitous, blogspot.com extension, are semi-regular postings from my brother. His original blogspot had one entry, "nothing to see here. move along," or something to that effect, yet he has moved along and now seems able to be partly committed to adding to his thread in a more-or-less regular fashion. That's something to consider.
For now I will leave things to stew. And at the very least, I won't be facing the same old stale post of a woman who was...ah never mind.
Ehtozed is nothing more than a portable list of favourites. I don't post to it anymore. At least not with any sort of regularity. For that matter I never did post on a regular basis. Problem: if I'm a writer, why don't I write?
For now I'll just have to let that thought percolate through my fuzzy grey-matter. At some point the synapses will all come together in the right combination and I'll be able to move forward. For now though I'll just stew.
Hmmm. Stewing is something I find myself doing a fair amount of in this space. It usually follows an extended time since my last post, like now, and ends with a promise to do more. Not this time.
Somewhere out there, on another blog with an address ending in the classic, or ubiquitous, blogspot.com extension, are semi-regular postings from my brother. His original blogspot had one entry, "nothing to see here. move along," or something to that effect, yet he has moved along and now seems able to be partly committed to adding to his thread in a more-or-less regular fashion. That's something to consider.
For now I will leave things to stew. And at the very least, I won't be facing the same old stale post of a woman who was...ah never mind.
Sunday, January 22, 2006
funny extro
I stumbled across a blog written by a woman who was raped, I guess. I only read one entry. It sounded so self-absorbed and desperate and I was curious about the comments. This is one of them. I'm not sure if I would have responded the same way, but my sentiment is similar. But that's not why I note this comment. It's the last line that kills me.
could you just get the fuck over yourself?
Do you want to know why your friends are fucking off?
I can tell you. I have talked to them.
you stories here, at tblog, at b.com none of them ever added up.
people many places kept trying to tell you that being a slut is not being submissive.
maybe you are fucked up. it would seem you are. but making up shit about rape and continuing to seek attn from having a blog about it seems contrived.
lots of us were raped. get the fuck over it.
stop whining about how your therapist wants you to pet cats. Either put down the booze and the pills and get out into the world or fucking kill yourself.
no one cares.
you are not going to drag some man into your life this way.
JUST GO OUT THERE AND LIVE.
Shitty things happen to all of us and you are not an exceoption.
You got done dirty. boo fucking hoo. we all have.
this whole I am going to kill myself in 96 days is bullshit.
kill yourself right now.
OR START FUCKING LIVING.
thanks and um have a nice day.
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