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My job is not my favorite thing right now. Maybe you wonder why. I'll tell you. Do you hate spam? Who doesn't, right? Now, imagine reading it carefully for about 6 hours. That's at least how long I spend working on internet abuse issues each day now. Great. Thankfully, most of it isn't porn spam. Even better, the abuse queue outputs text of the e-mails, and treats the html as literal. Basically, this means I don't see the images in the messages. That helps.

Soon, I fear it will creep into my own style. I'll probably start sending e-mail with opening lines like "It is with the most strict of confidence than I hold to you, though you be a stranger, to my business of great urgency." In case you didn't know, that's more or less how Nigerian 419 scam spam opens. I can smell it from a mile away now. What a useful and lovely talent.

In other news, I've solidified one of the reasons I love paintball. Yes, I said love. Pathetic, but true. Anyone that knows me realizes I am typically shy and quite. I'm the guy in a corner. Well, if I end up the guy in a corner on the field, and I know the layout, I'm a new man. Last time I played, a friend who was watching from off the field told me he clearly understood everything I was yelling about positions. It felt great while playing. I needed herbal tea afterwards, mind you. I think I was so aggressive that day, I came out on top of a 5-on-1, me being the one. Normally, I don't like to yell....even when I really, really want to. But on the field, it doesn't matter, it's ok. Nobody is going to look at me like a freak. Plus, there's the whole physical (and even psychological) obfuscation added by wearing a mask. Like I said, I love it. And with any luck, I'll get to practice Saturday!
posted by Brendon at 11:13 PM

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