What the Spam Said
Sep. 18th, 2006 07:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI am of that school that used to have an attention-span but lost it, a while back, somewhere in my twenties; these days I flit, I fleet, I fly. I thank any manner of gods for the interweb, because it keeps me here at the keyboard, it keeps me in place to work. I multitask wherever I am, but only if I'm here is one of those tasks the working.
But anyway, what I meant to say, I check my e-mail constantly, and just now I did that and there was just a spam. And the contents were nothing, one of those pharmaceutical misspellings, but the subject line was "Your health, oat grinder" - and because I am who I am and I do what I do, it was instantly a scene, a classic: the remote and silent peasant mashing up his grain before he boiled his daily porridge, the well-spoken and inherently threatening stranger who comes down the hill to greet him and thereby precipitates all manner of change, revelation, story...
But anyway, what I meant to say, I check my e-mail constantly, and just now I did that and there was just a spam. And the contents were nothing, one of those pharmaceutical misspellings, but the subject line was "Your health, oat grinder" - and because I am who I am and I do what I do, it was instantly a scene, a classic: the remote and silent peasant mashing up his grain before he boiled his daily porridge, the well-spoken and inherently threatening stranger who comes down the hill to greet him and thereby precipitates all manner of change, revelation, story...