Fun with Spam

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Several people I know have negative feelings about spam in their Inbox, ranging from mild annoyance to extreme frustration. Not me. I get kick out of it, for some reason. It’s really strange. I lose it when I get a lot of unsolicited phone calls at home, but spam is kind of interesting and occasionally entertaining to me. Some of these—whether it’s a sales pitch for cheap pharmaceuticals with their names misspelled (yeah, right, like I’m going to get meds from someone who doesn’t even spell their titles correctly), an urgent message from a bank I don’t use about my nonexistent account or a plea for financial assistance from the widow of the recently deceased prime minister of Eastern Slobbovia—seem humorous to me, even if it’s unintentional.

 

A friend of mine who is an alum of the Second City comedy program here in Chicago recently got a little artistic inspiration from some spam he received. Here’s just one of a series of his “Junk E-mail Folder Subject Line Haiku:”

 

sexy sec. shows all!
Monster Career News for June
Virus Alert: Worm!

 

Spam as high art: It’s postmodern and bizarre enough to qualify for a National Endowment of the Arts grant.

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