Over at adverb, Mack got hit today, as we all have at one point. Spammers are the internet equivalent of parking lot door dingers. Guess I wouldn’t mind so much if the writing was at least better than the Police Academy movies. But the bigger thing is after screwing up your blog, does anything ever really happen to them? Doubtful. Which puts me in a Vincent Vega Pulp Fiction kinda spam-control frame of mind. As Mr. Tarantino himself wrote with just a wee bit of liberty on my part:
No trial, no jury, straight to execution.
It’a been worth him doing it, if I coulda just caught em, you know what I mean?
It’s chicken shit. What’s more chicken shit than fuckin with a guy’s blog? You don’t fuck another man’s blog. That’s against the rules, you don’t do that.
Tags: advertising, brands, viral
5 comments:
And don't the Spammers know all we Texans carry guns? ;-)
Bill,
So this is the language you had to hold back while over at Media Orchard? :-)
Actually Andrea,as much as I would love to take credit for it, I'll have to give cred where' it's properly due and tip the hat to a Mr. Tarantino for writing that particular scene.
(Although several online script websites don't have the full version of that scene, I got mine from the original book. Problem with script sites is that they usually only feature a shooting script and not original drafts that much.)
If i were a can of Spam, i'd be good and offended.
rikki -
They make Spam from the parts that don't get offended, so I'm covered.
;-p
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