Archive for the ‘Spam Artist’ Category

Cheetahlicious thanks

November 28, 2008

  Or “What I learned about ‘giving thanks’ at a Cheetah Girls concert.”   I took Drama Girl and her friend to the Cheetah Girls concert Wednesday night, a belated birthday present to my daughter. Despite joking around earlier that day that I would need a few shots of vodka – or a spike through [...]

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I lost my inner peace with my car keys

May 25, 2008

I decided to do a little Krispy Kreme run for breakfast this morning. Yes, I know. I know the donuts are globules of sugar and lard (but 0% trans fat!). Yes, I know they aren’t exactly the breakfast of champions. But we haven’t been there in months and the kids press their faces against the [...]

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Where has all the good spam gone?

January 17, 2008

My junk email and spam filters seem to be doing a good job these days. Sigh. It’s just not the same as before — the times when I could write long posts about the Penis Enlarge Patch, dreaming of the day I could get freelance work writing taglines for the PEP boys. BTW, if you [...]

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Cross-channel marketing: Spam or Personal Ad?

October 22, 2007

I have re-entered the world of online dating, which I’ll tell you about this week. Oh, yes, plenty to say there, but I’m going to keep you waiting — mostly because it’s almost 8:00 and I haven’t eaten dinner yet. In the meantime, I almost thought this email was some insanely bad proclamation of love [...]

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Email confuses me

October 10, 2007

As you know, I get great joy from having an overflowing inbox of new email. (I have to compensate for that fact that no one calls me on my cell phone except for my parents and all I get are bills and catalogs in the snail mail.) All of these messages — the special promises [...]

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