My Life As A Hobby

It seems that I spend about half of my time on the computer deleting spam. Clearing spam is a lot like shaving. If you don’t do it every day, you are going to be overcome with a growth that is much more difficult to deal with.  I’ve noticed that as I’ve aged, the spam I get has changed. Several years ago, every piece of junk e mail I received seemed to be about a testosterone booster. Then a few years later, I was besieged with offers for cheap Viagra from Canada. Fast forward to today, and a lot of the spam is from some nice people who want to help me with my final burial expenses. Spam has always been with us in one form or another. If you read comic books like I did when I was a kid, you were exposed to a version of it. Back then, comics had pages of ads hawking all kind of ridiculous products. This was spam from another era. As I thought about this, curiosity got the best of me and I pulled a 60 year old Spider Man comic out of my closet, and begin flipping the pages. Wow.