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29 December 2007 @ 05:07 pm
Somehow, some kind of complete bastard has leaked my nice spam-free gmail address to a friendly email worm. My spam folder is filling up with stock reports, innocuous links and munged poetry and current events. I knew it would come someday, just not so soon. Not so soon. Dear God, Why.

The odd side effect of all this is that Gmail's context-sensitive advertisments have been offering me some mouth-watering delights.

Creamy Spam Broccoli Casserole
Spam Confetti Pasta
Savory Spam Crescents
Spicy Spam Kabobs
Spam Primavera
Spam Swiss Pie
Vineyard Spam Salad

My two particular favourites in this lineup are the French Fry Spam Casserole, which features not only the titular spam and frozen french fries, but also condensed cream of chicken soup, cream, cheddar and cornflakes, and the Gingered Spam Salad, which requires ginger, freshly squeezed lime juice and zest, cherry tomatoes, Thai bird peppers, coriander. And a can of spam. I don't care how much zest you put on, spam is at least 70% sow's ear.

Still, at least it really does mean Google's context-sensitive ads are as dumb as they make them out to be. My spam fetish is safe with them.