spreading ourselves thin, volume ten

another tentacle.

but when will we ever have time to surf our beloved Web?

here we went and teased about not having read any books since back in the mid-nineties, and thanks to Goodreads we are Informed by Our Feed that in fact, we are reading ten, as in presently. we've been blissfully unaware of how awash we are in books. what a hoot, confronted with our own book-readin'-denying selves.

We are a Reader, after all!

(And we'll be damned if we didn't read that whole Dental Dictionary, thank you very much, ya'll are just haters!) We're not sure if the site will makes us read more, or just want to read more. that remains to be seen. every time we think we've listed every darn book we ever read, another twenty pop into our head. they should get senior citizens on their site, a la Brain Age or Wii, get those brain cells firing up again.

but...books are so...so...heavy. ...and that new-fangled world wide web sure is so light and frothy and oh so mighty tempting...

have to see how this one plays out.

(p.s. love you, Momma! we love this picture of you oh so very. and no you can't have it back!)

passiveaggressivenotes.com

Check this out. Giggle your cares away. (thanks, Carol!)

a little too close for comfort (aka, damn I miss that denim shirt!)

Tuesday chuckles via Silver Mac. (thanks, b-dog!)

cool

been digging last.fm of late.

where's your knight in shining armor now, girlfriend?

Nail on the head. It has been a disillusioning week for Obama fans on the left. And yet I sense the media spin of Hillary always in the mainstream media coverage, the secret sauce.

spam haiku is addictive, yo

what can i say? it has been such a fun distraction, this little spam haiku addiction. drunken late night get-rich quick schemes get bandied about by us so often in downtown champaign. all our joking aside, monetizing content & such, at its root was a little creative spark of something new, or new enough. spam attacking us first in the dozens, then hundreds of emails a day, worming into the workday & leisure time alike. even if filtered away, the damn emails still have to be glanced over one at a time, as so often important non-spam emails creep in the spam box too.

what to do? the spams themselves gave us our answer: trying to evade the filtering anti-spam software deployed against them, the spam marketers had begun filling emails with gibberish text, almost-phrases randomly deployed to evade, and penetrate. we certainly felt penetrated. and in turn, we went all meat beat on their asses, giving birth. we would take their words and use them to make money off the bastards. Thanks, AdSense!

process? yes, these are the spam marketer's words from their emails, cherry-picked and assembled mosaic/collage style by the spam haiku collective. they did not always come from a single spam mail, but usually from a given day's bursting spam mail box, collected, selected, digested, sorted, spewed, fiddled-with, and blogged all over your ass. enjoy, and join us.