February 09, 2006
IT Spammer: The Final Chapter
The fun is, alas, over. And it all ended on a odd note. But it seems that Mr. Chris has a good sense of humor.
12 minutes after I sent my last email to him, I received this.
Jason, I think it's been 15 minutes. I don't see anything in my CDROM drive. Can you please resend? -cm
Now, it had only been 12 minutes according to the email timestamps so I wrote back:
Wait Wait WAIIT. Look at the time you sent the email and the time I sent mine. That was 12 minutes. YOU CANNOT OPEN THE CD-ROM SLOT EARLY TO CHECK FOR THE PROTOTYPE or you overlaod it and break it. YOU BROKE MY PROTOTYPE you with your impatience! You shall be hearing from my lawyer/.
And apparently this caused "cm" to just melt down into incomprehensible strangeness because he sent this message back:
"Shiiiiit yo!! Maybe I be trippin on these magically delicious shrooms over here and all this is a dreeeam?? I better stop cashing bowls on my 10-foot binger cuz I tink my brayn ez frieyeddddd."
So this fun diversion from everyday work is now over. Thanks for the fun, Chris.
Posted by jason on February 9, 2006 09:05 AM
A good time was had by all.
Posted by: Collin - band member on February 9, 2006 09:38 AM
i think he also was having fun diversions
Posted by: Anonymous on February 9, 2006 11:01 AM
I agree. I only wonder when exactly his fun diversion started. Probably with his first response.
Posted by: jason on February 9, 2006 11:02 AM
so, did you come clean and tell him all about it? Have you given him the Look Machine's URL?
Posted by: Ian on February 9, 2006 11:50 AM
no, I'm going to let him twist in the wind for a while.
I think he has our URL, since he emailed email@example.com
Posted by: jason on February 9, 2006 11:53 AM
Posted by: shaote on February 9, 2006 12:29 PM
wow! haha I don't ever see anything like that happen!
Jase you're simply awesome for that
Posted by: Poncho on February 9, 2006 04:28 PM
I used to do drugs. I still do, but I used to, too.
I think pickles are cucumbers that sold out. They sold their soul to the devil, and the devil is dill...
If carrots got you drunk, rabbits would be messed-up.
I think foosball is a combination of soccer and shishkabobs.
So, I sit at the hotel at night and I think of something that's funny. Or, If the pen is too far away, I have to convince myself that what I thought of wasn't funny.
A severed foot is the ultimate stocking stuffer.
I'm against picketing, but I don't know how to show it.
I don't have a girlfriend. But I do know a woman who'd be mad at me for saying that.
Posted by: lol on February 9, 2006 05:41 PM
Posted by: Aom_rock_magical on February 10, 2006 06:22 AM
Posted by: Flava Flav on February 10, 2006 05:40 PM
T.T P'J.L[Jason] I know you were here. But you didn't answer my message. I'm waiting about guy's cut tees. [ or girl ] Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Posted by: Aom_rock_magical on February 11, 2006 02:17 AM
i have to say that this is one hilarious post! Well done Jas!
Posted by: jonathan Latshaw on February 11, 2006 02:57 PM
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Posted by: Jack on February 12, 2006 01:30 PM