Spending Spree

I spent two hundred bucks (which I arguably don’t have) on miscellaneous electronics today. It made me happy, or at least happier than I was before I started out…

Spam

Is it just me or is spam getting much worse the past few months? It’s now way past the 5-10 per day I used to get; my junk mail is now outnumbering the legitimate mail by a factor of five or six to one on weekend days…

There hasn’t been an email address on this site for a couple of years, I never post to newsgroups or message boards without using a throwaway Yahoo address, and I even use customized addresses (“amazon@”, for example) when I buy online so I know who’s selling addresses. I use Eudora, which isn’t fully HTML-compliant, so “web bugs” (those graphics which let the sender know that you’ve read his mail and set you up for even more) aren’t an issue. But still it’s getting worse and worse…

The disturbing thing is that more and more of it seems to be coming from “legitimate” companies, like Belk Department Stores, a company which has already fielded several irate calls from me and will never have to worry about my being a customer again, even if I should happen to move back near one of their stores. I’m really aggressive about letting companies like this know that their tactics are completely unacceptable…

I’ve become adept at filtering messages, so only about 15-20% of the garbage lands in my inbox, but it’s still gotten so bad that I’m even thinking of deleting my main, most-used email alias and broadcasting a new one to friends I want to hear from. And until there’s a system by which these slimewads have to take some responsibility for the “free speech” they exercise, it will only get worse…

Try to Remember

Try to remember the kind of September…

  

September 1981: I’m a senior in high school, and I’m in the midst of ditching my last real “girlfriend”, working part-time as a stockboy at The Limited, and wondering why the hell I signed up for AP English.

September 1986: I’m a college dropout in the middle of my transfer from Myrtle Beach SC (where I’ve lived for three months) to Charlotte NC (where I’ll live for three years) to open a brand new branch of the surf and skate shop in a leaky former convenience store.

September 1991: I’ve just returned to Greensboro from my first visit to San Francisco, and I’m starting my final semester in college and wondering what to do next.

September 1996: I’ve just started doing occasional journal-type updates on Planet SOMA, my car is about to be brutally murdered, and I’m planning my first real online vacation to Minnesota. I’m also thinking about quitting my job, not realizing that when I do, I won’t have a full-time job again for at least five years.

September 2001: I still don’t have a full-time job and don’t really want one, am having the scariest health problems of my life, and really want to move back east but I’m wondering what I’ll do when I get there.

There has to be some common thread there, but I’m damned if I can see what it is..

Hell

For anyone who may have had his irony detector disabled yesterday, the answer is no. I was not really upset about missing Burning Man. I’ve already spent two days this year in the hospital with tubes sticking out of my arm; that’s quite enough fun for one year, thanks. Adding the joy of coping with annoying, smelly people on drugs in the middle of a desert might result in a pleasure overload. Really…

Randomly Wednesday

Oh fiddlesticks. I forgot to go to Burning Man…

Today’s exciting new drug is Rythmol. Yes, I know it sounds like it should be an ineffective birth control pill. It’s not. Trust me…

Strangeness du jour: having two WB affiliates in one TV market. It’s just temporary, until KNTV signs on with NBC in January, but I may live in the only part of the country where “Dawson’s Creek” has a better coverage area than “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire”…

Is “fiddlesticks” two words or one?