Thursday, August 31, 2017


Dial "S" for scam.
Clearly government cutbacks have reached the Department of Grammar and Syntax. 
You didn’t know such a department existed? 

Well … actually it doesn’t, just like the bogus tax office that’s supposedly poised to arrest me. I learned about my imminent incarceration from a voicemail message today, and the wording was so weird, I just have to share.

The robotic female voice literally said:


        We have just received a notification regarding your tax filings, from the headquarters which will get expired in next 24 working hours. And once it get expired after that you will be taken under custody by the local cops, as there are four serious allegations pressed on your name at this moment.
"We would request you to get back to us, so we can discuss about this case before taking any legal action against you."

Of course it’s a scam, but maybe those “local cops” could explain what the heck is expiring: Headquarters? My filings? That notification? 

It might be interesting to “discuss about this case,” but I know better than to call the robot back.
I wonder if anyone does. Maybe, if those allegations press too hard on their name.

Ouch.

Friday, August 18, 2017

Seen at work. Even computers may need to ease into the day.

I appreciate computer programmers who have a sense of humor. 

Especially since January.