I assure you that what Mr. Praline said about his parrot does not apply to me:
‘E’s passed on! This parrot is no more! He has ceased to be! ‘E’s expired and gone to meet ‘is maker! ‘E’s a stiff! Bereft of life, ‘e rests in peace! If you hadn’t nailed ‘im to the perch ‘e’d be pushing up the daisies! ‘Is metabolic processes are now ‘istory! ‘E’s off the twig! ‘E’s kicked the bucket, ‘e’s shuffled off ‘is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin’ choir invisibile!! THIS IS AN EX-PARROT!!
I know that it doesn’t apply to me because I am neither a parrot nor dead, but the Monty Python sketch of the dead parrot is one of my favorites. The other is the Cheese Shop sketch. In fact I have it playing on DVD at this moment.
I’m in a Monty Python mood because I have been fighting spam on my mail server. I’m not talking about the potted meat from Hormel, but the pointless emails that come flooding into email inboxes the world around, promising porn, enlarged penises, stock tips, and other assorted annoying offers.
If you are a glutton for punishment, you can read other posts I’ve written about spam here. I have to wonder if spammers ever open up their email program, look at all the Viagra and stock offers and wonder to themselves, “What’s with all this crap?”
In the interest of full (or at least partial) disclosure, I must here state that I work at a large software company, specifically with an anti-spam product.