When Spam isn't Exactly Spam

how this man gets work we'll never know

peepsNet's editor-of-all-he-surveys (we took a pay cut for that bitchin' title) used to work at another major global news organization and his boss there, Bob, was a man of few words, and sometimes none.

Some of the words he used were:

• Habbagoowah!
• I'm a complicated man, and nobody understands me but my woman.
• Yo!

Bob's words are carefully carefully chosen. He has to be careful because he has the delicate responsilibility of blogging about the truly weird stories Reuters runs every day -- no, no -- not earnings corrections, but about the next most popular category, Oddly Enough.

You can't be too careful when you rep a 153-year-old company rooted in British tradition, no sir. So blog entries like "Inflated Dolls for Deflated Dreams," Pirate Wannabes Getting Lots of Mileage to the Galleon" and "Auditioning for a Laxative Commercial" are crafted with the care that would make Bob's fellow Reuters alumni Iam Fleming and Frederick Forsythe proud.

But ever since Bob figured out how to send email attachments, and because he knows the two or three things that push our "Niagra Falls" button, every once in a while all peepsNet gets from Bob is a picture, like the one adorning this story.

Glad you are enjoying your holiday, Bob. We're renting Ordinary People tonight -- wanna make something of it?