Thursday, June 9, 2011

Help, I'm Stuck in a Fortune Cookie Factory

Remember that old joke?

The Slack Wire was hit by a bunch of spam comments just now, which I promptly deleted. Whatever, it's a blog, happens every day, right? The usual, a bunch of links to sites selling dresses, shoes, thermometers. (Thermometers?)

Except: the text accompanying the links was not the usual spamglish ("Thank You for a Most interesting discution") or - what the cleverer spambots do - quotes from earlier comments. It was: "This is my job. I am so sorry."

I'm sorry too, "Amanda." All the wonderful new forms of creative intellectual work that could be opened up by the Internet, and we've stuck you doing this.


  1. Wow, that's almost enough of a concept for an indie film. "The unbearable lightness of a spotless spammer" ... or some such thing

  2. Or "You've Got Spam," if we're going in the more mainstream rom-com direction.

  3. AD, have Milan Kundera write the script