Resilient spam

My gmail spam filter is an efficient motherfucker. It blocks almost every piece of junk sent my way. However, when one slips through the cracks, I get a strange feeling of affection. I picture it dodging the various obstacles, concocting new stories at every blockade, and, against all odds, bursting into the regular inbox.

It's sort of like if you were a British anti-espionage agent in World War II. They basically caught every German spy that tried to parachute or row into the country, and turned them against the Nazis. The spy net was so comprehensive that they were able to use the sources to deliver misinformation about the D-Day landing, which turned the tide of the war. So imagine the war's over, you've won, and you find out that among all the success, one German actually managed to evade all the sensors, integrate into the culture, and deliver information back via radio. Considering the long odds, it'd be pretty remarkable, right? You couldn't help but admire this one guy's luck and ability.

Nevertheless, he is a traitor, and must be tried and hung for his war crimes. And so it goes with you, "Dental Department," and your offer of Crest Whitening Strips. You'll be marked as spam, and later deleted entirely with the rest of your less successful brethren. But you'll always have your brief moment of glory, a daring achievement nobody will ever forget. Kudos and goodbye.



Dustin Update:

He updated his blog twice since the last time I posted. Music and television, par for the course. Apparently the new show "The Winner" sucks, and the Arcade Fire is good.

I just had a terrible thought. What if my synopses keep people from reading Dustin's blog? That would be counter-productive indeed.

http://magomra.blogspot.com

Dustin fact of the day:

He once gargled saltwater for thirty-three straight hours, setting the world record. However, by the time the next edition was printed by Guinness, he'd been outpaced by someone from China.