Spam. It Isn't Just For Breakfast Anymore

I messed up. It wasn’t a deliberate thing. I didn’t spend time planning this move but it happened anyway. I was on a web site, wanted a little information and made the mistake of putting my email address in the appropriate box. It didn’t seem like a big deal at the time but my address got passed on and now the world knows where I am. At least the part of the world that wants to sell me something.

I know how to work the delete button and it’s been busy. I got back one afternoon and found fifty-seven things to delete. Three more popped up almost immediately. I deleted those, too.

This morning there were only eight, coming out of the weekend and all, but two more have popped up since I started writing this. As of right now I can get a degree online from a university I’ve never heard of, there are three offers for a free laptop computer (two of them are from Dell, which makes me think their computers stutter), I can get a free year’s supply of diapers even though I haven’t needed the regular ones for years and haven’t had enough body parts go wrong to where I need Depends.

There’s an offer to sell my gold and jewelry, two job opportunities to become a Mystery Shopper, someone who wants to sell me auto insurance and Blockbuster wants me to rent some movies.

The only one that looks interesting is from a company that has a formula to rejuvenate my mind, body and soul. If part of their formula has a technique for blocking the irritating effects of spam I might take them up on it.

Here’s an offer for now: If you’re looking for something different or unique or just quirky let me know. I might have a place where you can get a deal. Hurry, though. The offer ends as soon as I can fire up the delete button.