I swear that the spammer scammers are getting bolder and more inventive by the day. Did you see the new article about the anniversary of spam? Who keeps track of these things do you think? Is there an anniversary tracker program?
My spammers offer me winnings from lotteries that I never entered, cheap computer programs, cheap drugs, cheap knock-off watches, and ways to keep my d'ick up. So far, I haven't been offered any of the things I want--the capability to teleport anywhere in the world at will, the power of mind speech with anyone I want, or the body of a thirty-year-old while maintaining the experience and brains of a fifty-year-old. Notice I didn't say I wanted a beautiful body, but I would certainly like to have a healthy one. Sigh. No one's made me an offer I can't refuse.
It is May already. Does it seem to you that time is speeding by faster and faster? Do you think it's because we're getting older or wiser? I remember longing for the day I would be twenty-one. It was a ridiculous letdown when I reached it. Couldn't even have a celebratory traditional drink as I was twelve months pregnant with my second child. He was born eight days later. That was the last time I anticipated a birthday with such unrealistic expectations. After that... well after that, they were just ways of marking time as it passed.
Perhaps I'll look forward to my ninety-ninth birthday. That seems like a worthy birthday to anticipate. Maybe. Will I still be writing? Maybe I'll have a secretary to take dictation while I sit hunched over in my chair, watching the squirrels play outside my window. Do you suppose they'll still have books then? Or will dead tree books be a thing of the past, outlawed to protect the earth's resources?
What do you think?
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