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More strange spam subject lines

Some odd subject lines that caught my eye:

how come you was not there

(Maybe because your bad grammar is pissing me off?)

RE: you coming to dinner tomorrow night?.. –

(Um. No. But it’s a kind offer.)

FURRY NAKED BARNYARD FRIENDS!!!!

(Er… I don’t know what kind of farms you’ve been to, but most animals I’ve seen don’t wear clothes. Apart from cartoon characters, that is.)

Amazing Formula Adds 3 Inches in 10 Days!

(Gosh, I *would* like to be taller!)

Discover Everything You Ever Wanted To Know…..

(Like how to make you stop spamming me?)

Don’t leave your footprints on the Internet

(Sorry. I always forget to wipe my feet before logging on.)

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Nervous laughs

The Ready or Not meeting last night was busy. It was a full night with lots of entertainment — monologues, readings, songs, guitar.

Yesterday’s caffeine buzz bought me a monologue, which was read beautifully (without rehearsal) by Leanne, the chief architect of Ready or Not. And the comments were very helpful. “Dark” was one. And “disturbing”. Unfortunately, it was supposed to be a comic monologue, which is kind of worrisome.

Actually, I had intented it to be a little dark. Recently something I read in another blog started me thinking about how television is desensitizing us to suffering in others. Are cold, detached newscasts and the casualness of violence on tv dramas dissolving people’s empathy? Does the commercial message to focus on self encourages ego-mania on a scale no one has seen before?

Or maybe it’s those video games and rock and roll music. Kids these days.

Maybe I’ll post the scene, once I touch it up a little.

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An invocation of the jittery muse

It’s Sunday, which means tonight is the weekly Ready Or Not meeting. Naturally, I haven’t written anything worth reading to anyone. I had been hoping that inspiration would strike me sometime during the week and a brilliantly witty monologue or vignette would magically appear on my computer. Obviously that hasn’t happened.

I shall have to resort to my drug of choice: caffeine. I’ll just put on a bit of a buzz, and between visits to the bathroom, something creative is bound to happen. I hope.

Caffeine, do your magic.