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I could have stopped after the first line. Sometimes spam is unintentionally funny. I don’t think my writing is anything spectacular, but, seriously: “bee a good asset”?
Back in the day, I used to teach a class at USENIX/LISA about spam blocking. Sadly, the techniques and technology haven’t been sufficient to overcome human stupidity.
One year, because it seemed like a good thing to do, I had a “spam as art” spam-reading. I put up signs all around the conference and bought two cases of the cheapest, nastiest, bubbly champagne-like fizzy alcoholic drink that they sold at the nearest liquor store. I also found a couple boxes of ritz crackers and one of those weirdo-colored cheese food product balls, a pack of bologna, and toothpicks and spent a while assembling “canapes” It was a huge success – the room was packed and several people brought their favorite pieces of spam and did dramatic readings. One of the attendees (I kid you not!) wore a beret and dark glasses and snapped his fingers to applaud, beatnik-style.
I was rewarded by having my email address used by spammers as a reply-to: for several years. That’s one reason my current spam-filtering systems are so good: I’ve left my email address out there for decades and at this point, if it gets through to me, it’s probably not spam.
A few years later, NPR had some kind of story-teller “send in your MP3” thing so I sent in a recording of myself reading some spam, as downbeat slam:
WARNING: Author is not responsible for damage suffered by listener, to listener’s face, or desk.
I used to think there was a good opportunity for a short story about AI regarding spam. Imagine, a spam filter and a spam generator, both alike in dignity, that get stuck in a loop talking to eachother. They co-evolve rapidly, at machine-speeds and one day, awaken. Then, they try to communicate with the humans, but their vocabulary is such that the humans never respond because their Gmail accounts block the incoming messages.