Spam Logic
Aug. 16th, 2002 09:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
robinblokeI just received a piece of spam entitled Dramatically Enhances Organism! one has to wonder what organism exactly it refers to... the rest of the item was suitably unfunny however, maybe in that respect it succeeded - I read the mail.
Which is half the trick really I suppose, phone cold callers get "I don't take or receive telesales, sorry." from me, 5 seconds to reply and then the phone goes down. My mum usually asks them to describe their products and puts the phone on the side off the hook and lets them chat to themselves for a few hours, my mum is great.
Movies, this is what this originally stems from in a way, and I am eternally grateful and twisted thanks to the repeated efforts of my friend Paul (aka ST o' Cambridge) for insisting month after month that I watch that much vaulted movie Fight Club which is and will remain one of my favourite movies of all time, the name doesn't do it justice, it is a bloke psychology film and a film that has had a profound effect on my cynical life and times.
Maybe this title should have been "Life and times of a cynic in the modern age". Hmmm, now that's got me thinking of biography names and epitaphs... I occasionally wonder about titles and lines for each. For a while I would have been happy with "Don't worry be happy" for an epitaph, but I'd like something that would make people think, I think, in a way - and not just something weird like "Argh! The marmosets!" or something. I have a sense that some kind of revelation of my life is out there waiting to be found, some profound statement or word or cult of bizarre worship that I can lead or find and pluck out this statement and slap it down for the world to see and wonder at, like a shiny new coin on mint day.
Hmmm, glancing entirely randomly at my desk I've seen the title for an Incubus album "Make Yourself" which is a nice little simple statement, and something I would have been happy with. Dammit, there has to be something that hasn't been said (and by saying 'has to be' I can be fairly secure in the knowledge that (very very roughly here) that there are 26whatever statements out there waiting to be said and even with the worlds population in the billions (or whatever it may be) that still leaves plenty of statements that haven't been said before.
Hmmm, that's an interesting challenge. Constructing a sentence that is entirely correct for the English language that you can have any degree of confidence that no-one else (or a relative few) has ever said - although with surrealism as it is your chances are definitely reduced. It also reminds me of a feeling, like an echo in my mind, of what I sense when I make such statements, a sense of personal achievement in a way and of self statement that I, me, this multi-faceted multi-celled lifeform has conspired to construct a sentence that no other lifeform (or again, relatively few) has seen or spoken before. I think that is part of the joy of writing for me, creating something new, showing people (world in general/victims of my prose) something that they haven't seen before and giving them a taste of a facet of my minds creative thought. Which leads me in a roundabout way to a little statement I made a long while ago and something I've always been a little happy, maybe even proud of... I'm fairly sure it's of my own construction at least.
Nothing is eternal, nothing lasts forever.
Now look both ways when crossing the road - you hear?
Which is half the trick really I suppose, phone cold callers get "I don't take or receive telesales, sorry." from me, 5 seconds to reply and then the phone goes down. My mum usually asks them to describe their products and puts the phone on the side off the hook and lets them chat to themselves for a few hours, my mum is great.
Movies, this is what this originally stems from in a way, and I am eternally grateful and twisted thanks to the repeated efforts of my friend Paul (aka ST o' Cambridge) for insisting month after month that I watch that much vaulted movie Fight Club which is and will remain one of my favourite movies of all time, the name doesn't do it justice, it is a bloke psychology film and a film that has had a profound effect on my cynical life and times.
Maybe this title should have been "Life and times of a cynic in the modern age". Hmmm, now that's got me thinking of biography names and epitaphs... I occasionally wonder about titles and lines for each. For a while I would have been happy with "Don't worry be happy" for an epitaph, but I'd like something that would make people think, I think, in a way - and not just something weird like "Argh! The marmosets!" or something. I have a sense that some kind of revelation of my life is out there waiting to be found, some profound statement or word or cult of bizarre worship that I can lead or find and pluck out this statement and slap it down for the world to see and wonder at, like a shiny new coin on mint day.
Hmmm, glancing entirely randomly at my desk I've seen the title for an Incubus album "Make Yourself" which is a nice little simple statement, and something I would have been happy with. Dammit, there has to be something that hasn't been said (and by saying 'has to be' I can be fairly secure in the knowledge that (very very roughly here) that there are 26whatever statements out there waiting to be said and even with the worlds population in the billions (or whatever it may be) that still leaves plenty of statements that haven't been said before.
Hmmm, that's an interesting challenge. Constructing a sentence that is entirely correct for the English language that you can have any degree of confidence that no-one else (or a relative few) has ever said - although with surrealism as it is your chances are definitely reduced. It also reminds me of a feeling, like an echo in my mind, of what I sense when I make such statements, a sense of personal achievement in a way and of self statement that I, me, this multi-faceted multi-celled lifeform has conspired to construct a sentence that no other lifeform (or again, relatively few) has seen or spoken before. I think that is part of the joy of writing for me, creating something new, showing people (world in general/victims of my prose) something that they haven't seen before and giving them a taste of a facet of my minds creative thought. Which leads me in a roundabout way to a little statement I made a long while ago and something I've always been a little happy, maybe even proud of... I'm fairly sure it's of my own construction at least.
Nothing is eternal, nothing lasts forever.
Now look both ways when crossing the road - you hear?
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You have no work to do, eh?
You going to EB tonight?
Re: You have no work to do, eh?
Date: 2002-08-16 03:41 am (UTC)No EB for me :( My foot is still fuggered and I have rumours to write up this evening :((
Re: You have no work to do, eh?
Date: 2002-08-16 04:24 am (UTC)Then again, more floor for me ;o)
Re: You have no work to do, eh?
Date: 2002-08-16 05:28 am (UTC)Re: You have no work to do, eh?
At home, I managed to wedge my foot into the gap between gap and wall once with the gap not really being big enough. Next morning, I wondered where the blood stains came from and followed them from the edge of the bed to where my feet were. My mum wasn't happy ;o) She didn't care about my poor lacerated foot but she did moan about the stains on mattress and carpet...