The bear issue notwithstanding, her fixation on the outside world is shrouded in mystery. While it is incontrovertible that The Night-time Is The Right Time, I submit that it is the right time for absolute translation into a Massive role-playing game and not the right time to have one’s foot pierced by a discarded hypodermic needle in a public park.
The first three years of the site, I read and responded to every mail I received. When unsolicited mail began to become a major factor in my correspondence I was initially able to hold on, culling certain words with filters for example. When the viruses began to hit, the viruses that harvest e-mails from files sitting in your temporary browser directories, I declared that Spam had essentially won and that human dialogue had been crushed. My addy is more than five years old, at this point. It is no longer simply “low hanging fruit” for crawlers to snatch and return to the Spam Lords, is is the very address they use to christen a new bulk-mailing. I gave up, and I am very sorry if we were discussing something very interesting two years ago when then I winked out of existence.
I have had an on again, off again relationship with this method of communication ever since. The reality is that it takes six or seven hours of constant typing to mail everyone back, and if I’m not going to mail everyone back then I don’t see the point of doing it. It creates a situation where I will give up the best part of each day in order to correspond with a person who clearly hates me, or to corral the mails from some new virus with potent RegEx jiujitsu. I don’t mind the jiujitsu portion, but handling this shit manual wasn’t working anymore and it was starting to electrocute my mind.
The thing that broke me was these new spams that just combine random odd words over a certain length. I can’t disregard them, they create chains and combos that pummel my cerebral cortex. They’re obviously nonsense, but I can’t help but create some rational context for them to operate in unity. My favorite thus far has been “Circumspect Gourd,” which I simply must name a band after. It really does evoke an especially cautious pumpkin.
To make a long story short, if you use the full version of Outlook you really do need SpamBayes. Out of 2049 messages, I’ve had one false positive. Anything it isn’t sure about goes into a folder called Junk Suspects, which you then use to teach the filter which mails about cocks are unsolicited. The most important thing for me isn’t that it is snaring Spam, as much as I hate that stuff. It’s a psychological shift that has allowed me to “game” my inbox and look at unsolicited mail in a new way. I’m actually excited to get spam now, because every new entreaty from a nonexistent cheerleader improves my learning filter and reduces spammer efficiency.
A couple updates for recent posts:
(CW)TB out.
i’ve got half a mind to die
