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fear the spam

honestly, i don't get much spam anymore. i troll my own spam and junk filters, hoping to find something hilarious and blog-worthy. i don't get many unsolicited phone calls, either. turns out having a blog is about 400x better than being on the "do not call registry". about the only time i'm really assaulted by spam is in my regular perusals of the internet, where i am exposed to the phenomenon that is obvious spam. [note :: today i checked my "other inbox" in facebook. turns out that's the new spam filter. also, it's where you can find out what the internet thinks of you. amidst the "buy makeup now" advertisements that follow me everywhere, i also get the occasional "have you thought about buying a weapon of mass destruction?" pop-ups that make me realise that no one will ever know me as well as the internet.

but i have to say, i was a wee bit frightened when this popped up a few times in one day:


am i the only one who finds this threatening? something that can RETIRE ME in the next two years? i aim, eventually, to be able to retire. i do not wish to be retired. that sounds like the kind of thing that happens to mob snitches. more to the point. i am to be retired without "telling, selling or explaining anything"??? hey, remember that scene in godfather ii, where tom goes to discuss potential future scenarios with frank pentangeli?



that's what springs to mind when i hear that something is going to retire me without telling anyone.

you win, internet. i'm afraid of you.

Comments

Claire Lopez said…
Yikes! I'd be scared too ;)
Kate MacDonald said…
Indeed. I don't recall any marketing courses that said "your customers should be interested, but also vaguely threatened by your publicity".

as long as you're here, why not read more?

jihadvertising?

i keep seeing this ad for tictac candies:



am i the only one who finds the suicide bomber clown at the end a little unnerving? all the nice natural things like the bunny and the [extinct] woolly mammoth and the fruit get devoured by a trying-to-appear-nonthreatening-but-obviously-psychotic clown who then blows himself up. congratulations, tictac, i think this ad has landed you on about a dozen watch lists.

oh and by the way, showing me that your product will somehow cause my stomach to explode in a rainbow of wtf makes me believe that doing consuming tictacs would be a worse dietary decision than the time i ate two raw eggs and a half a bottle of hot sauce on a dare.

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