The Stainless Steel Rat vs my Inbox
Just for kicks, I thought I’d take a look at what kind of Spam is being caught by my email filters this morning. Among the Cialis and Steel Watches, I found this little nugget from Mehmet Raymond (followed of course by an offer for cheap Ambien and Xanax):
superstitious my Ma. Had a superstition for any occasion. The one that Looks great so far, Floyd said. will remember he has been in a fight. He flashed a quick smile, then No! Reaching up to twist their own heads off. I could hear a gurgling Not quite right, Jim, not right. Out there, in those so-called civilized planets Except me, of course. Strolling over, cheerfully whistling Nothings I admired my fingernails, plucked a bit of fluff from my jacket, right beside him-and I swear that I have never seen him before. Maybe clutched my sword in helpless anger, relaxed only when she called could help look for it. But I could also stop counting the days. Captain Tremearne exited through the open door. until Mata had entered behind us and sealed it once again. Pale
Wow swords! Is Burrough’s ghost sending me cut-up to get me to buy grey-market prescription drugs? Thinking this was too rad to be original spam (I mean come on Mehmet, shoot higher!), I started googling “Captain Tremearne” and found this. Some joker transcribed The Stainless Steel Rat Sings the Blues by Harry Harrison and our hapless friend Mehmet chopped it up to get past my Spam filter. For shame!
Note to Spammers: Plagiarising Harry Harrison will not get me to buy your super sketchy prescription drugs. However—it might get me to read science fiction at work.
