Happy Birthday To YouHooHooHoo

I'm one year grumpier than last time we chatted.

When I woke up today and checked my email, I had 67 one-line cheerful bouncy Happy Birthday messages from forums where I don't even recall signing up (and four I'm pretty sure I don't belong to). Oh, and eighteen more heart-felt pleas for me to assist moving millions of dollars out of Nigeria from Dear Best Friends.

All I can say is thank goodness for email. If I'd received all this garbage in print form, I would have to contract for a new Dumpster and instead of grumping about spam, I would be bemoaning the loss of three good-sized trees.

Spam spa-a-a-a-a-am spam spa-a-a-a-a-am spam

Bloody Vikings! You can't have egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam.

I read my emails. I pay attention to each one that arrives, deal with it, file it or remove it. I get plenty of emails each day that I MUST deal with in order to keep my business on track. As my business has nothing to do with Viagra or other performance enhancing drugs, I do not want your email.

Go read the U.S. Federal-Can-Spam-Act of 2003.
Then look for my email on your double opt-in list.
You will not find it there, unless you snaked it off a legitimate list.