spam

spam paranoia and swivel chairs

I think I’m becoming spam paranoid. I was certain that after someone else had taken over our main mail address that most of it would disappear. My peace and quiet lasted for about four hours but then I realised that I had become the target for a new wave of unwanted crud. But this time the content seems more perverse than ever almost metapornography.

William

  

Blush with inadequacy

This summer I had all the art centres mail forwarded to my own address. With basically most of the Swedish art scene on holiday, I had more time to analyse the spam I received which can basically be divided into four questions. Did I realise just how amazing acai berries are, did I want to buy a new Rolex watch, did I want a larger penis and was I worried about my sexual potency.

William

  
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