There's Nothing Like Pressed Meat in a Can

I had 43 spam messages this morning, including one with the subject line: "Seek of Spam?" Here's the breakdown.

Herbal Viagra/Other Drugs: 5
Loans/Credit Cards: 9
Make Money: 2
Lose Weight: 1
Spam control: 1
Genealogy: 1
Porn: 1
"Prizes": 5
Illegible: 2
Psychics: 1
Wireless Services: 2
Personals: 1
Legitimate Company Deals: 2
Dubious Company Deals: 6
Classmate Searches: 1
x10.com: 1
Online Degrees: 1
Larger Penis: 1

Then of course, I get that many during the day, as well. I don't even fight it anymore. It's just sad when that's all the mail you get, along with two mass e-mails from friends (one being that goddamned NPR petition hoax) and one e-mail about your, WOW, your HUGE blog stats this week!

Thank you, kids! I'm so glad that between 7 and 13 people read the blog every day. That totally thrills me. But this is just the beginning. Tell your less politically correct and sensitive friends about this here blog, and we could start to give Wil Wheaton a run for his money. You know, when I was a teenager, my mom always told me that she thought Wil Wheaton was cute, and I could date him. She also thought I could date Fred Savage and Neil Patrick Harris. Oh, moms. She just didn't realize I had my heart set on Kiefer.