Spam, Spam, IT Consultancy, Eggs And Spam

I’m not a big fan of spam email, but I do occasionally check the sender names and subject lines before deleting them, just to make sure nothing important has ended up in there by accident, like mails from friends, prospective employers, college, various internet deals (eh-hem) et al. But once in a while, I come across a subject line so bizarre, that I have to share it with the rest of the world.

Now I know if you operate an infinite number of spambots for an infinite amount of time, they will eventually rewrite all the works of Shakespeare. This one needs to first figure out what IT consultants do. I am pretty sure its got the wrong idea. If not, I think I have decided on my future profession (IT consultant, that is. Not spambot).

I love Gmail themes.

PS: I also like the ‘Girls will hunt you in the streets!’ subject line. Whether or not I’d like that to come true will depend entirely on whether they are the women of Old Town or Axe Land.

Edit: I think Shakespearebot has finally found me. Insane spam message subject line of the day: ‘Women will sing odes to the monster in your pants’. Sigh.

Moosh Ado About Nothing

BC and Shake have left for India. Taking advantage of this absence, Jambu has unleashed his newest fashion bomb on Golu and myself. Having not shaved for the last month or so, he emerged today with a Zappa-stache. While I think it looks rather good on him, Golu has been trying his best to keep from drawing comparisons with various species of bears. Unfortunately, the poker face Golu is trying to maintain looks like someone has shoved a hot poker in his face.

This, but without the guitar, and only about 6% as cool.

The rest of the day should be fun. I earnestly await the responses from Krack, Rishu, Ice-Tee, and Lao. (Image courtesy Wikipedia.)

Fin.

Khallas. Phineesh. Master’s studies over.
But now what?

PS: Merry Christmas