The spam these days has gotten out of control. (Oradder from Calanada and sabeve moloney.) I once contemplated dumping my e-mail address, but now I just delete it (don't have fancy filters and such). In a way, it is like poetry, especially the never-ending permutations of subject matter. (Online ordering is the greatest) Is it someone's job to make these things up? (You'll need your tracking # ) It's like watching a fast-growing fungus...gross, but you can't look away. (we are offering a Ridiculously Low Mortgage Rat)

A particularly apt subject line appeared this morning:

Once upon a time, a shill would run down my spine.

Mine too, I can only reply. Mine too.