| You're part of it. You're always getting forwards and chain letters that someone believes NEEDS to be passed on to everyone in their address book. I'm so lucky I'm on a dozen people's NEED TO SEND list, sigh. I'm involved heavily in The Sims game and I'm in a Yahoo group about it. I'm a mod there, I help run games we play, and I make Sims' objects to give away for prizes. Several members there have used the group to enrich their address book so they have more people they can send their forwards to. That's where I'm getting most of them from. But I can't put them on a filter because some of them also send me entries for the games. So, I'm stuck with reading through them to see if they are interesting enough to read. The jokes that I get are funny, usually. But I am getting awfully tired of the religious mandates that cross my path. And the sickly sweet jingoism of poems of soldiers doing their duty in Iraq. I support the troops. I support getting them out of that hellhole of a mess our so-called leader got us into. Ooooh, I just got an idea. How about if I start sending back juicy tidbits about Georgie boy? Then they can either support me in laughing at this buffoon or they can feel just as annoyed as I do at receiving their crap.
I get particularly peeved at the few forwards that rant on about "English is the language here. If you want to speak Spanish, go back to your own country." That is so wrong. Do they forget that we evolved from a handful of immigrants? My daughter-in-law Carrie is an exception. She sends wonderful little gems such as this one. The Japanese have found the secret as to how the small arrow on our computer monitor works (loads a little slow). Now that's what I like to get. Fun stuff. Then there's this one that was sent to me by a fellow Democrat. HOW TO START EACH DAY WITH A POSITIVE OUTLOOK: 1. Open a new file in your computer. No more e-mail that threatens me with bad luck if I don't forward a particular note to a thousand virgins. No more promises that I'll have eternal blessings and my dream come true if I sing "Yankee Doodle Dandy" ten times as I twirl around standing on my head while typing in the e-mail addresses of all my contacts in my address book. No more sentimentality of "Keep this woman walking across the world by passing her on to any and everyone you've ever made contact with." No, send me stuff like this: Or this Ghostly Car Ad. |