Spam(alot)

This is not the Monty Python musical. There are no silly dances or fluffy, evil bunnies...and sadly, there is no Holy Grail. What I am talking about irks me to the very fiber of my being - corporate email. I clear my inbox every morning to the tune of 40-60 spams. Often I check my mail at night, delete whatever comes in that evening, and still have 35 in the a.m. Today, I received a second email from "Adolf Hitler" and with that, reached my personal limit. I sent an email to CIS - Corporate Information Systems and as of yet, have not received a response. I doubt I will.

For the past year, I have tried to look past the inadequacies in our email system. I understand it is difficult to block every single add coming through - but come on. I have had five consecutive emails from "Boner Patrol" in the past four days. So what, exactly, are they blocking up there? In this organization, an email from "Satan" would not be tolerated by most and I am fairly confident it would never happen again - although it has not, because I am certain "Satan" was one of the first words they put on the spamblocker.

UPDATE: Here are some additional people who have emailed me today via my corporate email - Rotin M. Panties, Harey Ballzac, Twisted Dipstick, Longly S. Crotchsnif and Ron Erectshon.

Jennie-Con & April-Con

Last weekend, GenCon was in town again and it was RPG madness. We went for drinks downtown on Friday night and Jennie and I scouted for participants before and after a few mojitos - we were not disappointed. Grown men carrying game boards, Gandolfs and people in "I am the One True Dungeon Master" shirts were everywhere!
The next day, we planned our entire afternoon around scouring downtown Indy with Jennie's great camera to get the best shots. We ended up in the 4-bucks at the Westin Hotel just in time for the costume contest - yes, that's what I said.
At the end of our day, I decided upon getting a "Level 69 Dungeon Master" t-shirt made for next year, but Jennie was right in saying that probably wouldn't work - the serious gamers would not get my attempt at humor and would probably be more likely to scold me and tell me there wasn't a level 69 at all. Oh, well...good times. *It should be noted that I did not see my brother - but I called him and he was insanely jealous.