The USS Quad Damage

Straight from the horse's mouth

I got the most interesting spam today. If you've ever read Paul Graham's A plan for Spam, he makes a prediction (either in that article or in related articles) that eventually spammers will start using "garbage words" to "neutralise" the spam, to make it seem more like a normal email. It seems like enough people have started using bayesian spam filtering to make that a reality.

Today I saw a spam email, with got through gmail's filters, likely because of the text that was stuck on at the end of it:
By the time Scarlett had undressed and blown out the candle, her plan for tomorrow had worked itself out in every detail. It was a simple plan, for, with Gerald's single mindedness of purpose, her eyes were centered on the goal and she thought only of the most direct steps by which to reach it. Scarlett obeyed, bracing herself and catching firm hold of one of the bedposts. Mammy pulled and jerked vigorously and, as the tiny circumference of whalebone girdled waist grew smaller, a proud, fond look came into her eyes. There was no one to tell Scarlett that her own personality, frighteningly vital though it was, was more attractive than any masquerade she might adopt. Had she been told, she would have been pleased but unbelieving. And the civilization of which she was a part would have been unbelieving too, for at no time, before or since, had so low a premium been placed on feminine naturalness. As they neared the intersecting road that came down the thickly wooded hill from Mimosa and Fairhill, the sound of hooves and carriage wheels became plainer and clamorous feminine voices raised in pleasant dispute sounded from
behind the screen of trees. Gerald, riding ahead, pulled up his horse and signed to Toby to stop the carriage where the two roads met.
Garbage words indeed. Frankly I'm disappointed the filters didn't identify her as a slut...