Smell of Spam in the Morning

A conversation overheard in my inbox as Thuunderbird chomped through the latest flux of meaningful email:

Filters: “Smell that?… Do you smell that?”

InBox: “What.”

Filters: “Spam, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that… I love the smell of spam in the morning… Ya know, that gasoline smell… It smells like… victory.”

Just what positive overall cosmic good is coming from this?


I’m not smelling victory.

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  1. I just got my first spam through a little custom made “contact me” form on my site. Seemed like one of those “tester messages” that aren’t about anything. I assume they just get sent out to see what happens. Should I bounce back as if it was a bad email address? I suspect even that is too much response. Oh well, ignore, delete, move on.

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