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Monday, July 31st, 2006
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11:34a
I got a spam message today. The subject line read "How was your cereal this morning?" I thought that was pretty courteous. All those other spammers are interested in my penis, but this one cares if my Frosted Flakes were soggy.
I have neither penis nor cereal, being a woman who doesn't tend to eat breakfast, but still. Maybe the next spam message will ask me if I have anything that needs to be cleaned. "Did you get that toothache taken care of? How have you been doing in school?" Acting like a 14-year-old boy clearly doesn't work, so now they're going to start impersonating my mother.
In other news, ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif) hpsf_phoenix and I somehow got free tickets with really good seats to the Faith Hill/Tim McGraw concert. Now, lest you be surprised that a Celtic musician with an inclination towards cheesy 80s pop would a) go to a Faith Hill/Tim McGraw concert and b) like it, I used to be a hick, so this is right up the alley as the alley looked in the early '90s. Back then, I saw in concert Joe Diffie, Lonestar, Sawyer Brown, Toby Keith (before he went nuts, yo), Chris LeDoux, Garth Brooks (and did the sunrise-waiting-in-line for tickets TWICE), and Clay Walker, and more I can't remember, plus Faith Hill right when she was just starting out and before she got all "this here's the Schmoopy Tour. You can buy a Schmoopy t-shirt. It has my Schmoopy on it." No, this was when she was with the guy she cheated on with Tim McGraw, aka Schmoopy. I somehow hold country music stars up to some marital standard. It bothered me when Shania Twain wouldn't put on some damn clothes, it bothered me when Mindy McReady... well, existed, and it bothered me vestigially when Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood got married after decades of denials and serial spouse-dumping, even if I have thought since the first Yearwood backup job that they should probably be together.
That probably explains Toby Keith. That joke about playing country music backward and you get your wife back, your truck back, your dog back... Actually, there are subliminal messages telling you to vote Republican. "Do it," it says on "Devil Went Down To Georgia." "Do it, and get me some chaw while you're out."
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