Saturday, July 03, 2004

 

Offensive Spam And A Couple Of Rants

I received at least six spams with the following "cute" graphic promoting a product for erectile dysfunction:

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............./´¯/'...'/´¯¯`·¸
........../'/.../..../......./¨
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.........\.................'.../
..........''...\.......... _.·´
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I don't know why anyone in creation would think flipping the bird to someone would actually promote sales, but it ticked me off for sure (no surer way to do that to a native NYer, other than the traditional southern European symbol for respect for authority, i.e. making a fist, bending the arm with the fist upwards, then slapping the inside of the elbow with the other hand). The websites selling this are being hosted by HiNet and the source spammers are coming from Hanaro (see, I do name names occasionally). Sometimes I think reporting to SpamCop is counterproductive, in that the spammers have probably figured out a way to un-munge the reports to get confirmation that e-mail addys are indeed live. Perhaps a flash mob hit against their servers would teach them a lesson. Maybe nmap, or nessus would let these crumb bums know we're watching. Then again......

Today's Higado Del Pollo Award1 goes to Pfizer and Boehringer Ingelheim for not keeping track of who's selling their products and enforcing their trademarks, and to certain ISPs mentioned and unmentioned (yes, you too, Level 3) for refusing to accept and act upon spam reports.

Given the price of quote unquote entertainment these days, no wonder people are pirating the stuff. Took my kids to see Spiderman, and between the tickets (such a bargain for the kids at $6.25 a pop), and the "Your Best Value" size popcorn and soda, I was down about fifty bucks. Not horrendous in comparison with my outing to Yankee Stadium, where apart from the horrendously expensive tickets (nice to know that A-Rod and Jeter can afford that gold leaf toilet paper) a few iterations of dirty water dogs, sodas, ice cream and one, count 'em, one beer for Dad got nicely over three figures. Way back when in the early 70s, I remember Lindsey Nelson (he of the horseblanket test pattern sport coats) and Bob Murphy shilling for the Mets saying that baseball was "your best entertainment value" (this was of course right around the time the Mets' best hitter was George "The Stork" Theodore, and when Tom Seaver was traded. I well remember the cartoons of M. Donald Grant surrounded by golf clubs and other sporting goods saying "but look at all the neat stuff we got for him!"). Perhaps it's mere jadedness, the perspective of age and the beginnings of wisdom, or just turning into an old fart, but whenever someone mentions the word "value", as in "value chain", "value proposition", "added value" or whatever the hell "entertainment value" is, my bullshit detector goes off the scale. Oh well, at least the kids had fun.


Notes:
1. The Chicken-Livered Award, named after a former school district superintendent in the New York City school system noted for his (ahem) courage and forthrightness.

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