Wednesday, January 18, 2006
We continue to be besieged with spam at work, although fewer now that we have a new Windows program which is more accurate at sorting the email sheep from the goats, as it were. I have come to admire the writers' ingenuity at coming up with names which slip past the program, and so has V., who emailed me the following:
I got a junk email from Supple P. Apotheosized. I never open them. But anyone who sounds like it could have been a role played by Groucho Marx is highly tempting.