It’s probably not surprising that I’m the kind of girl who saves cards and letters.
I mean, with my book and photo addiction, it sort of makes sense that I would also be committed to saving all sorts of handwritten correspondence. And as I continued sifting through my photographs, I came across one of my boxes filled with all sorts of things that have been mailed to me over the years.
I’ve got Christmas photo cards and letters…
Letters from friends…
Letters from family…
Call me crazy, but I just can’t get rid of any of them. See, to me, these are works of art, pieces of history, my history. At different times in my life, people took the time to sit down and put their thoughts on paper, tuck them into an envelope, and send them to me. In today’s world of email and texting and social networks, good old handwritten letters are a dying art form, and I will do what I can do preserve them, even if my husband rolls his eyes and asks me why the heck I’m wasting space saving it all.
What can I say? I’m addicted to words, and I’m proud. 🙂
And just looking through all of these old cards and letters again tonight made me seriously nostalgic for the good old days when I used to sit down with a pen and paper and write letters, and get so excited when I found one in the mail. So, I’ve decided I’m going to challenge myself to write one letter a week to someone I care about. It might be someone I’ve been thinking about. It might be someone I haven’t talked to in ages. It might be someone I think could use a little pick-me-up. Heck, it might even be just a name I draw randomly out of a hat. I’m already looking forward to the challenge because, for all the convenience of things like email and texting, there’s nothing quite like opening a mailbox and seeing a letter that’s been thoughtfully written just for you.
So, get out there, people, and start writing.
Okay, so maybe I’m beating a dead horse here, because I’ve already written at length about how much I hate scammers (click HERE, and HERE, and HERE to refresh your memory), and just posted last week about loathing all the morons that like to flood email inboxes with spam (click HERE to read the original post). But, it’s hard not to write about these people when they slap you in the face with their idiocy.
For instance, take this lovely little spam comment that I received tonight over on my Lori Bites blog…
Come on, you moron! If you actually want your spam comment and your malware-ridden link to get posted on my page, you need to come up with something that might actually appear to be somehow related to the content. I mean, really? You don’t know how I connected the dots in the logic of my recipe for Homemade Chicken and Noodles? If you’re that thick, buddy, I don’t really know how I can make it much easier for you. The only solution I can come up with to make it easier on you is to come over to your house with a bagful of ingredients, make the soup, tie a bib around your neck and spoon feed you. How’s that for linking the dots much better?
Tonight’s 365 Project entry is dedicated to the brilliant minds behind spam blockers. Thank you for being the first line of defense keeping the idiots at bay. And now, I’m off to empty my spam folder for the night.
I’ve already written extensively on my blog about how much I hate scammers (and if you missed it or need a refresher, click HERE, and HERE, and HERE), so I’ll keep this post short.
If I actually had to sit down and make a list of the people that piss me off, spammers would be pretty close to the top, just behind scammers and people who abuse positions of power for their own personal gain, and just above lazy people with an overdeveloped sense of entitlement.
Email spam is bad enough, all those idiotic messages filling up your inbox with special offers for Viagara or urgent account notifications from dummy sites that look real, prompting you to please enter your username and password so the hackers can gain access to your personal information. It is estimated that 80% of all emails sent are spam, and Bill Gates receives an average of 4 million spam emails a year.
Who the hell are these people? How do they have this kind of time on their hands? And what, really, do they gain from this?
As if the email spam wasn’t bad enough, now that I have my own websites and blogs for my writing and photography business, I am also the lucky recipient of blog comment spam. I don’t know what irritates me most about this crap–the fact that I get a notification email every 45 minutes when one of these spammers tries to post comments that requires moderation, or the fact that there is always at least one word in the comment that is blatantly misspelled.
Bunch of butt nuggets.
Tonight’s 365 Project entry is NOT dedicated to the dweebs who have nothing better to do than send out ridiculous spam messages. Get a life, a job and a new hobby you delinquent morons. You’re really not impressing anyone but yourselves.