in which you may post any Icky Email you have recieved lately.
please try to post only the Best Stuff.

thank you.

31 responses total.

ps:  since this is Michigan or someplace midwestern like that,
please try to remember to Have The Brains to delete names,
personal references, things like that, ok?

thank you.

Does this mean that there is less of a need to protect privacy as
ones longitude increases? 

We may be longitudinally challenged here, but we have the sense
not to post private mail in public places. (harumph)

I got some icky email today, as it happens, but it came in 
before I was aware of this use of it, and I deleted it on sight (as usual).

Before I could hit "D", though, I noticed that it was indirect spam,
a very unpleasant thing. Now most of you are probably aware of direct spam,
such as you might find when 1000 lines of unwanted marketing hype
arrives in your mailbox. Indirect spam is what results when this happens
to someone else, and they fire it off to you, because you are one of the
people who manage one of the sites mentioned somewhere in the spam.
Of course, to truly qualify as indirect spam, the entire direct spam mail
must be attached to it, otherwise we just call it "bitching about spam".

As I recall, today's serving of indirect spam came from someone who was
particularly incensed at having to pay for long distance ppp while on 
vacation, to get the spam in the first place.

I'll try to post some of this icky stuff if I get any more. It's quite
likely. It's such a treat. I just know you'll all enjoy sharing it.

The worst kind of icky mail threatens legal action.

well my icky email was from a Famous Icky Emailer.

and i lost my temper over it.

I suppose icky enough email will run that risk. I don't know anyone
famous for Icky email. My icky emailers tend to lurk in the
background.

No spam today -- in fact my ickiest mail was a huge bill that arrived
the old fasioned non-electronic way. So it doesn't count.
I do wish I could ignore it so easily.

furthermore,
it appears that my icky email person
is becoming famous for his icky email.

That's a shame.... (I feel like I'm talking to ghosts here...)

(yes, but what's really icky is when you sit around _waiting_ for email, and
you don't get any, and meanwhile you're going crazy and are running around
in circles trying to shoot somebody, but you can't because they're out of
town, and in fact are out of state, and for that matter are planning on being
out of the country very shortly, and you just want to _strangle_ them, because
you need their opinion on a subject so you just don't spend your days
sitting around going crazy and leaving obnxious messages for Said Person all
over the place on the basis that maybe they just sort of conviniently _forgot_
to read their email, and instead are just reading everything else they can
get their hands on instead, and even though you also sent them sail mail, you
are forced to except the fact that that mail probably won't reach them for
several days, and will not get back to you for several days, and so you sit
and go _crazy_ waiting to hear from them, with their opinions on life the
universe and everything, so that you don't have to be stressed for no good
reason about stuff that you really want an answer to NOW and not a few weeks
from now, when your brain has since melted into a small puddle of ooze and
is sitting in the grass waiting to be run over by Abe Lincoln, who has
returned to pacing back and forth through your front yard, mostly because he
can, but also because he knows it drive you nuts, just like when you don't
get email when you should from certain people.)

<hint, hint.>

um.

would an apology help? some groveling maybe?
(and you've got your bloody answer, btw, so quit whining and be happy)

Yes.

And I am happy. thank you.

<ah HAH!  Look here Watson, a spat, happily resolved!>
<Of course not, but it's ever so much fun to watch...>
<Shuttup, Watson, and stop acting daft.  As investigators, it's our duty to
gawk at things like this!>
<exactly!>

We did _not_ have spat!!! I don't know what you're talking about. I'm
innocent, I tell you, innocent!

(So there)

That's odd, half of my make believe conversation disapeared.  Probably 'cause
I prefaced them with colons.

That's what you get for talking to youself.

And it was decidedly a nonspat. Merely a hiccup, 
metaphorically speaking.

PaH!  You have to have spats every once in a while!  And it was well due. 
Accept it in my eternal wisdom.

Or something.

What about your internal wisdom? Kind of like an external combustion engine,
only backwards.

Ignore me. I'm raving 
again.

<Smile>

"No, that is me. You see, my mother wanted twins. Thats why I look so much
alike."

(Now how many people caught _that_ reference?!)

Funny, I look like me too. What a coincidence...

"A land far far away... to another set."

Snowth, was that a Spider Robenson quote in #18, or am I hallucinating?

Are the two mutually exclusive, cricket dear?

Yes.  Right now, they are.

Er, umm. Oh. Arr.

I win.

No, dearest, that was a muppet quote. And not from Donny Osmond.

You never know, Donny Osmond may well be a muppet.

Yeah, but he wasn't on the muppet show then.

Ah, but could he have been a little crew muppet, making sure the lights were
working?

He could have, but he wasn't.

Shame.  You're dad's an ewok, by the way.

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