From the desk of the Robot Poet™…
Recently I’ve been doing a lot of work, in my spare time, trying to get SpamAssassin to be more intelligent about catching SPAM. It uses a bayesian learning system, as described in Paul Graham’s A Plan for Spam, and therefore needs to be taught. This means, unfortunately, that I’ve had to actually look at a lot of the SPAM that ends up in my mailbox, as opposed to just deleting it on sight.
Well, every cloud has a silver lining, it seems. Because I’m actually reading a lot of the SPAM that I get, I’ve discovered the quirky prose of what I have come to call the Robot Poet™. This gave me an idea for a not-so-recurring-but-mostly-regular feature for my blog.
Without further ado, the prosaic stylings of the Robot Poet™:
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(Incidently, these are presented with only minor editing to remove extraneous punctuation and separate concatenated words.)
And this is the part where I have cell service!