So I got some spam yesterday from some company offering to “fix my
website”. They informed me that one of my links (to drugfreeamerica.org) was broken, and that
their services could help.

I admit, at first I felt a rush of guilt. I haven’t bothered to install
linklint
on this site yet, and I’m well aware I have broken links. For example,
there’s the broken HTML tutorial. And of course,
I foolishly linked to the San Jose Mercury News and the Washington Post
a few times, and those people let their links rot after a couple of weeks. Jerks.
Forcing me to link to the Chronicle.

Anyway, I had linked to drugfreeamerica.org in my entry about the
anti-terrorist
commercials during the Superbowl (as you might recall, I sided with the
government… sort of). I was stunned. That link is broken? Just two months
later? I was all set to write a scathing little essay all about the clueless
Feds and how they’ll never understand the Internet
and why-oh-why did I ever give them any credence at all… but
it turns out that the drugfreeamerica.org link is working just fine. So there
you have it folks: spam sucks. I’m willing to take a
stand and say it’s not good.

In the legitimate mail department, I received an email from
Brian about the reunion. This is attempt #3 on his part to email all his friends
and say, “You’re going to the reunion! You’re going, right?” (I wonder why
I classify this unwanted mail as “legitimate”?) Well, I think I’m actually going
to go. It’s because of Brad Hyslop. Brad sends this response:

I have a reminder set for about a week ahead of the reunion. If I feel like it, I might crash. I’m sure they won’t mind as long as they get the right tithe. The only event I really care about is telling lies over late night Sanam Long Thai iced tea…

“20 pounds less, really!”

“Even living off of interest, I can still make the mortgage payments on my 3000 square foot San Jose home.”

“He sez, ‘Can’t we just leave Saddam alone?’ and so I sez, ‘Dubya, don’t make me repeat myself.’ “

So now I have to go to the reunion, if only to compete in
the outrageous-lies department. Although, affording a house in San Jose…
that one’s gonna be tough to beat.