| An Astounding Bit of Spam |
[May. 21st, 2009|05:06 pm] |
I don't know why this piece of SPAM struck me as so...it's weirdly profound to me, for some reason. Maybe not profound -- that's probably the wrong word for it -- but upsetting. Here, read. Be chilled:
Hello Jim
Spring is the time to get Jaeger LeCoultre watch, and the only place to get top notch watches that look and perform exactly like the originals is
Take advantage of our spring specials and get yourself Jaeger LeCoultre watch that you've always wanted!
Our Jaeger LeCoultre have all appropriate markings, wordings and engravings same as orginal.
Sincerely,
Mr Self
Questions it brings up:
1. How am I Jim? What's my essential "Jimness," that the feller's gonna call me "Jim"?
2. What's a Jaeger LeCoultre watch? Can I afford it? (Probably not, not even a knock-off version.)
3. Who is "Mr. Self"? Is the implication that I, myself, have emailed my doppleganger -- this so-called "Jim" character -- with an irresistible offer? Or has my Id somehow manifested itself as "Mr. Self" in order to appeal to my Super-Ego, Jim, who would never consider spending money on a fancy wristwatch? Is "Rob," the ego, merely a puppet for "Mr. Self's" desires, which are kept in some sort of check by "Jim"? What's a MR. Self, eh? What if it'd been sent from MRS. Self? What would that mean? That I'm a man with a lady super-ego stuck inside me? Or a lady with a man's super-ego?
I'm scared. Someone put this in context for me, please.
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I don't doubt it. This seems like the sort of a thing he'd do to me. The bastard. | |
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