(Before we begin the entry, let us please offer apologies to the Powers That Be for so horribly bastardizing a Depeche Mode lyric in the title of this entry. Thank you.) So skits was talking about spam and it makes me believe even more so that we are brother and sister, separated at birth because even before I saw her entry, I was going to blog about spam this morning. I always thought spam should have some kind of point. Fine, I don't have a house so I don't need a mortgage, I don't have breasts so I don't need them enlarged, I have no debt so I don't need it reduced, and I don't need anything else enlarged or reduced either. I actually have a rule set up in my e-mail client that finds keywords in my incoming mail and trashes them accordingly -- I have to adjust it every now and then, but it still works pretty well and I end up with more mail in my "deleted items" folder than in my inbox every time I log in. Then, this morning, I got this spam: Hello, How have you been lately? Our familys been fine, not a lot happening over here! What are you doing this weekend? Luv, Your Pal! Personalized spam that has no point except to fill space in my inbox. They're not trying to sell me anything, they're not trying to make me sign up for any services... well, either that or I'm being e-mailed by a 10-year-old. Oh, and speaking of kids, Annoying Neighbors' Screaming Child woke me up again this morning. I'm about ten seconds away from stapling the kid to the wall and firing paintballs at her.