Thursday, January 15, 2004

You've heard me talk about spam before, and how I'm annoyed by it but not (yet) all that pissed about it. I just now reached a point, though, where I realized it's getting out of hand.

I was perusing a photobook I bought from J-List, and somewhere around the middle of it there was this little post card type insert. It had a picture of a gaijin doctor on it, and I was like "what the fuck is this?" Upon reading what little of it that I could (it's in Japanese), I see that it's an ad for baiagura. Allow me to translate the broken Engrish for you: it was an ad for Viagra.

You've got to be fucking kidding me. I can't even drop down $40 for a nice photobook without being harassed over my (apparently) non-functioning dick?

Look, leave me alone with the Viagra shit, okay? My dick works just fine, alright? It's nothing impressive, but it works like the instructions tell me it should. And I don't need to be getting a three-day hardon or anything like that, either, so leave it alone.

If nothing else, I am sick and tired of getting spams that don't have any relevance to me. Another one I get a ton of that started to I filter out is from some fuckers whose e-mails always say "All Asian Honey [some AV idol's name]." This pisses me off because I clearly do not have any troubles finding my own (digital) Asian honeys. In fact, I very often already have lots of pictures of [some AV idol's name]. I should start spamming these motherfuckers, telling them that I have several directories worth of [some AV idol's name], and I can probably send THEM some pics they don't already have for $9.95 a month.

Considering my utter lack of spending controls or fiscal responsibility (we're not on deficit spending, though), these people could do some real damage if they took four seconds and targeted their e-mails at my consumer whore lifestyle. Let me know about some shit I think I need really really want or was previously unaware of. Yeah, I know, that'd cost money, and it would kill the spam business model, and that's why they're not gonna do it.

Like I've said before, though, I've just learned to live with it. But can you please leave me alone when I'm with my photobooks? Thanks.

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