Sunday, October 17, 2004
Scent of a woman
Muahahaha.
Got this spam mail in my mailbox. Love the way they call their president Mr President, just like the yanks...
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From : DR. MRS KEMA CHIKWE
Reply-To : DEBTSETTLEMENTFGN01@HOTMAIL.COM
Sent : 17 October 2004 14:50:37
To : httay@hotmail.com
Subject : PAYMENT RELEASE ADVICE.
| | Junk E-Mail | Inbox
MEMO
OFFICE OF THE PRESIDENT
INVESTIGATIONS/DEBT SETTLEMENT COMMITTE
FEDERAL SECRETARIAT COMPLEX
GARKI, ABUJA - NIGERIA
EMAIL: DEBTSETTLEMENTFGN01@HOTMAIL.COM
Our ref: fgn/idsc/0002/2004
You ref: foreign contractors/next of kin Beneficiaries
PAYMENT ORDER NOTICE
THIS MAIL IS FROM THE OFFICE OF DR. MRS KEMA CHIKWE, CHAIRLADY
INVESTIGATIONS/DEBT SETTLEMENT COMMITTEE HERE IN ABUJA - NIGERIA.
THIS COMMITTEE WAS SET UP BY MR. PRESIDENT AFTER THE MEETING HE HELD WITH ALL
BANKING DIRECTORS AND OTHER TOP OFFICIALS OF OFFICES AND BANKING INSTITUTIONS
BOTH LOCAL AND INTERNATIONAL, DUE TO SEQUENCE OF COMPLAINS AND PETITIONS BEEN
SEND TO HIS OFFICE FROM FOREIGN CONTRACTORS, CUSTOMERS AND THOSE CLAIMING THE
FUND OF THIER NEXT OF KIN.
HE MANDATED AND TASK THIS COMMITTEE TO GO AHEAD AND CONTACT THOSE WHO HAVE NOT
YET CLAIM AND COLLECT THIER FUNDS TO GET BACK TO DEBT SETTLEMENT PANEL THROUGH
SENATOR AMADU ABAKIARI ON ITS FAX NO: 2341-7599467,TEL: 234-8028793038 EMAIL
ADDRESS FOREIGNDEBT_FGN@HOTMAIL.COM FOR ONWARD DIRECTION AND QUICK TRANSFER OF
THEIR PAYMENT IMMEDAITELY.
YOU ARE STRONGLY CAUTIONED TO RECONFIRM YOUR INFORMATIONS AND CONTRACT/NEXT OF
KIN DETAILS FOR IDENTIFICATION AND EASY TRANSFER OF SUCH OUTSTANDING FUND INTO
YOUR NOMINATDE BANK ACCOUNT.
WAITING URGENTLY,
YOURS SINCERELY,
CHIEF VINCENT AJAYI.
SECRETARY GENERAL,
INVESTIGATIONS/DEBT SETTLEMENT COMMITTEE.
Cc. office of the president.
Committee file.
*****
I was just thinking about it... this page gets 100 hits of you guys on average a day (I know, it's not many, but I didn't care till now...) -- and I know this is a kinda sad thing to do, but I got to thinking : what if all of you guys (and myself included of course) mailbombed this sad spammer every day, say with a 5 mb attachment. That's 500 mb of email a day. Far more than hotmail's paltry 250 mb capacity. It'd be a victory to the oppressed! power to the people! fight nigerian 404 spammers! fight abuse!!! fight injustice on a global scale!!!!!
okay, okay, it was just a thought...
*****
It's funny how memories work on association, isn't it.
I haven't got the world's best memory (millions of people will attest to this) and it doesn't happen very often for me. Hell, I never remember my dreams, or even if I've even had any - except maybe once every decade or so.
But sometimes, something clicks and I have to stop, if only for a moment to walk over the grave of a memory, or perhaps to stare at an empty point in the present, and remember the headstone of the past.
Standing in a foodcourt hearing a voice from another lifetime opine that the owner of the voice doesn't really want to eat here because there's a funny smell in the air, and almost smelling that barely perceptible smell of burnt wiring that for some reason it had when it was new. That foodcourt is long dead now - the tables and chairs have changed, and someone's tried to make it look more aesthetically pleasing. The smell is gone too.
So this is the smell I'd forgotten.
A chance glance on the walkby at a toy in a toystore, and suddenly you're playing with a balancing game, two metal rods tenuously holding up a ball as you roll it further back towards mars... venus... pluto. A look in someone else's eyes, slightly infuriated as another pair of hands takes the reigns - or rather, sticks. This is the game I'd forgotten...
Sitting in a cafe several days later, across from the toystore where the previous memory happened. So this is the store I'd forgotten.
Standing on a metal escalator platform and pausing, for just an instant as visual memory returns. And the shadows of the past flicker for a moment, almost tangibly enough to touch. But you catch yourself before you reach your hand out and walk dazedly on up the escalator, into the present.
So that is what She looked like, which I'd forgotten.
Got this spam mail in my mailbox. Love the way they call their president Mr President, just like the yanks...
*****
From : DR. MRS KEMA CHIKWE
Reply-To : DEBTSETTLEMENTFGN01@HOTMAIL.COM
Sent : 17 October 2004 14:50:37
To : httay@hotmail.com
Subject : PAYMENT RELEASE ADVICE.
| | Junk E-Mail | Inbox
MEMO
OFFICE OF THE PRESIDENT
INVESTIGATIONS/DEBT SETTLEMENT COMMITTE
FEDERAL SECRETARIAT COMPLEX
GARKI, ABUJA - NIGERIA
EMAIL: DEBTSETTLEMENTFGN01@HOTMAIL.COM
Our ref: fgn/idsc/0002/2004
You ref: foreign contractors/next of kin Beneficiaries
PAYMENT ORDER NOTICE
THIS MAIL IS FROM THE OFFICE OF DR. MRS KEMA CHIKWE, CHAIRLADY
INVESTIGATIONS/DEBT SETTLEMENT COMMITTEE HERE IN ABUJA - NIGERIA.
THIS COMMITTEE WAS SET UP BY MR. PRESIDENT AFTER THE MEETING HE HELD WITH ALL
BANKING DIRECTORS AND OTHER TOP OFFICIALS OF OFFICES AND BANKING INSTITUTIONS
BOTH LOCAL AND INTERNATIONAL, DUE TO SEQUENCE OF COMPLAINS AND PETITIONS BEEN
SEND TO HIS OFFICE FROM FOREIGN CONTRACTORS, CUSTOMERS AND THOSE CLAIMING THE
FUND OF THIER NEXT OF KIN.
HE MANDATED AND TASK THIS COMMITTEE TO GO AHEAD AND CONTACT THOSE WHO HAVE NOT
YET CLAIM AND COLLECT THIER FUNDS TO GET BACK TO DEBT SETTLEMENT PANEL THROUGH
SENATOR AMADU ABAKIARI ON ITS FAX NO: 2341-7599467,TEL: 234-8028793038 EMAIL
ADDRESS FOREIGNDEBT_FGN@HOTMAIL.COM FOR ONWARD DIRECTION AND QUICK TRANSFER OF
THEIR PAYMENT IMMEDAITELY.
YOU ARE STRONGLY CAUTIONED TO RECONFIRM YOUR INFORMATIONS AND CONTRACT/NEXT OF
KIN DETAILS FOR IDENTIFICATION AND EASY TRANSFER OF SUCH OUTSTANDING FUND INTO
YOUR NOMINATDE BANK ACCOUNT.
WAITING URGENTLY,
YOURS SINCERELY,
CHIEF VINCENT AJAYI.
SECRETARY GENERAL,
INVESTIGATIONS/DEBT SETTLEMENT COMMITTEE.
Cc. office of the president.
Committee file.
*****
I was just thinking about it... this page gets 100 hits of you guys on average a day (I know, it's not many, but I didn't care till now...) -- and I know this is a kinda sad thing to do, but I got to thinking : what if all of you guys (and myself included of course) mailbombed this sad spammer every day, say with a 5 mb attachment. That's 500 mb of email a day. Far more than hotmail's paltry 250 mb capacity. It'd be a victory to the oppressed! power to the people! fight nigerian 404 spammers! fight abuse!!! fight injustice on a global scale!!!!!
okay, okay, it was just a thought...
*****
It's funny how memories work on association, isn't it.
I haven't got the world's best memory (millions of people will attest to this) and it doesn't happen very often for me. Hell, I never remember my dreams, or even if I've even had any - except maybe once every decade or so.
But sometimes, something clicks and I have to stop, if only for a moment to walk over the grave of a memory, or perhaps to stare at an empty point in the present, and remember the headstone of the past.
Standing in a foodcourt hearing a voice from another lifetime opine that the owner of the voice doesn't really want to eat here because there's a funny smell in the air, and almost smelling that barely perceptible smell of burnt wiring that for some reason it had when it was new. That foodcourt is long dead now - the tables and chairs have changed, and someone's tried to make it look more aesthetically pleasing. The smell is gone too.
So this is the smell I'd forgotten.
A chance glance on the walkby at a toy in a toystore, and suddenly you're playing with a balancing game, two metal rods tenuously holding up a ball as you roll it further back towards mars... venus... pluto. A look in someone else's eyes, slightly infuriated as another pair of hands takes the reigns - or rather, sticks. This is the game I'd forgotten...
Sitting in a cafe several days later, across from the toystore where the previous memory happened. So this is the store I'd forgotten.
Standing on a metal escalator platform and pausing, for just an instant as visual memory returns. And the shadows of the past flicker for a moment, almost tangibly enough to touch. But you catch yourself before you reach your hand out and walk dazedly on up the escalator, into the present.
So that is what She looked like, which I'd forgotten.
