I like my cow-orkers. Some of these folks I’ve worked with for many years, in the rather odd and obscure corner of attempting to police cyberspace that requires a…unique…sense of humor.
We’re all multi-tasking fiends who have probably actually caused ourselves to have ADD. Case in point: the good-natured banter we send back and forth via instant messenger to keep ourselves sane. That small little window of pseudo-interpersonal communication in a desktop sea of scrolling logs, excel spreadsheets, and a half dozen web interfaces.
11:07AM cow-orker: From a customer spam complaint :
Email Body :
Hi
Buy viagra or die!
Have a nice day.
11:07AM me: ha
11:09AM me: There’s a sci-fi plot somewhere in there…when the world has been so violated by Man that everyone has to take 20 viagra pills a day just to stay alive, due to some sort of biochemical damage.
11:12AM me: “The world’s population had plummeted to a mere 500,000 sorry souls hiding in the Canadian mountains from the 300 lb carnivorous cockroaches that had taken over the rest of the globe. That was when they made a very lucky discovery while hiding in an old pharmacuetical warehouse. The unattended toddlers who had swallowed handfulls of old viagra became immune to the sickness that was killing hundreds daily.”
11:12AM cow-orker: actually there is a sci-fi movie about something similar
11:12AM me: Kris Kristofferson
11:12AM me: cigarettes
11:13AM cow-orker: Millennium
11:15AM me: ha…that’s the one
11:15AM me: I remember the lasers that zapped all of the cigarette butts