Archive for February, 2005

Monthly Archive
« Previous Page
Next Entries »

Fri 4 Feb 2005

Bored Housewives

Posted by anaglyph under Spam Observations
1 Comment

Spam Observations #3

A heartfelt plea I received from Kelsey:

I don’t usually do this but, how would you like to keep me some company? My lame Husband works night shifts, which makes me very lonely at night.

Personally, I feel sorry for her husband. He’s working nights, is disabled and has a wife who’s cheating on him. I can’t see a happy ending here.

 

Thu 3 Feb 2005

Penguin Burger? Anyone?

Posted by anaglyph under Signs
Comments Off on Penguin Burger? Anyone?

I’m inclined to refrain from comment, but just to reassure all you penguin lovers out there, there is no penguin slaughter involved.

Snapped in the seaside town of Penguin, Tasmania, where all penguin-o-philes should probably go, if only to marvel at the 12 foot ferro-concrete penguin that graces the town park.

 

Thu 3 Feb 2005

Shameless Plug

Posted by anaglyph under Art
Comments Off on Shameless Plug

Category:

My Botanica series of digitally created images will be showing as actual real prints in luscious colour at blank_space Gallery in Surry Hills, Sydney, in July this year. More as it comes to hand…

See the complete Botanica series here

 

Thu 3 Feb 2005

Thank$ Raymundo!

Posted by anaglyph under Spam Observations
[2] Comments

Spam Observations #2

This missive from Raymundo:

Hello,
This is just a folllllow-up to the eeemail we sent you a couple weeeeks ago, because you now quualiiify for a new mooort gaaaage.

You could get $394,000 for as littttle as $607 a moooonth! Baaad creediiit is no problem, you can pulllll ca$h out or reee f iinance.

Pleeease cliiick on this liiiink for freee cooosultation by a moooortgggage brooookeer:
Pleeaaase

Talk to you soon,
Raymundo Marshall

Raymundo manages to sound illiterate, idiotic and desperate simultaneously. It’s kind of like a typographical stutter. Especially the way it clears up as soon as he says his name.

I’m totally perplexed by these kinds of emails. I mean, who in possession of any amount of brain would respond to this? How does that mental process go?:

“Wow, that Raymundo is a smart dude! He figured out that by putting more vowels in mooooortgaaage he’d get round my spam filter. I’d best be sending off my ca$h to him quick smart!”

or maybe…

“Gollllly. Raymundo haaas the same proooobleeem wiiiith a brokkkken keeeeeeeybord that I haaaave. Heee surely neeedes my moneeeey!”

or perhaps…

“Shit. I’m so up to my neck in debt due to my complete incompetence with money that I’ll try and get into even more trouble by investing with some shonky internet shark with the confidence-inspiring name of Raymundo. He might even have some fake Rolexes or property in the Costa Rica he could sell me cheap…”

In Pete World, Raymundo would be forced to walk up and down Pitt St wearing a sandwich board that said “I am a useless piece of human trash. Please throw excrement at me”.