Lately, the face of spam has changed. It's morphed from an ugly hairy guy in a dim room going,"heh heh..." as he sends out billions of "Enlarge your Penis" mails... into an ugly hairy guy with a dictionary picking out unlikely words to fool spam filters... THEN saying "heh heh..." as he sends the spam. As much as I LOATHE spam, and get a moment of satisfaction to every time I report a spammer to spamcop.net, I have to hand it to them. Some of these new titles are downright catchy. I'm glad not to see stuff about my manhood enlargment, (?) or getting loans fast. I kind of have to give a sort of grudging credit to whomever came up with the title "Decreeing Billow!" I've started saving some of the most interesting of the titles. I've collected such gems as

polygon griffin (creatures of myth come alive in an old video game!)

cuff referee (surely a ref from one of those grass-stain remover commercials. Or maybe one who monitors other's cuffs for stains.)

blank lignum (what a shame. I prefer my lignum heavily decorated.)

church man (a little known evangelical superhero.)

Decreeing Billow! (still my favorite. It sounds like a character from a William Blake poem. Listen! I'm "the fiend hid in a cloud's" cousin, and I've got an announcement!")

More to come...

Nihao's taken to grooming Boo at length, much to his dismay. I've never known a cat to be as disheveled as he likes to be. His fur is just a little too long to be smooth, and sticks out at funny angles. Then Nihao goes to work, and Boo emerges a few minutes later, his face and head gleaming with wet, slicked down hair like a little Dapper Dan man. He consoles himself by rolling on the wood floor, collecting al sorts of particles and dust, which stand out against his blackness. My feline Swiffer.