Saturday, November 15, 2014

What an Elegant Bit of Spam.

I shall post soon. I promise. I swear up on my sword, and on my pipes, and on my fountain pen... and on anything else of any worth, upon which one could swear. 

In the meanwhile, I present you with a ridiculously poetic bit of spam, that showed up  in my com-box the other day. I can't remember the last time I received such a lovely computer generated comment:

And so i chose to strike them first
 so painfully in the wood
I loving freedom and untried
 i thus could speak of yarrow

And with that sublimity, ringing in your ears, I leave you all, but to return again soon. Wes ├żu hal


Emily said...

That is beautiful. Well done, robots of the world.

(Not sure if we should be slightly worried, perhaps? Has the robot developed feelings? An appreciation of nature? I feel like this could be a dystopian novel: when the poetic AI took over the world.)

Mahri said...

Perhaps it is Wall-E? And we shall experience the novelty of an optimistic dystopia?