Negative99

No, that’s not the title of a cool Flash game, it’s what just happened to me. I only wish I was joking… but my inbox is literally filling faster than I can delete it. It looks like someone fired off a massive SPAM message using spoof return email addresses from the Negative99.com domain.

Of course, none of those fake email addresses exist. Like many domain admins, I was forwarding any “stray” emails to an unknown userid to one central account. Now, imagine thousands of mail servers replying back to this catch-all account with “Delivery Failure Notice” and “*SPAM* tracking notice”. Yeah, that’s me right now. I just disabled the catch-all account so I can now begin deleting the 1400 crap emails in my inbox. The only reason it wasn’t 14 million is because my account reached capacity.

Here’s the email that everyone now thinks that Negative99 users spammed out (with profanity edited out):

They passed beyond his sightline. Because it was that bitter taste which brought the high tide in over the piling.

[...here was a graphic image for some moronic pharmaceutical called "Hoodia"...]

And Miswess, she is goan sleep, too. Always granting the eye of childhood, which tends to see anyone over the age of twenty-five as elderly, he thought Shinny must be a11 of seventy-five now. Dull dirty half-shine oh boy you gotta remember that one that one aint half-bad oh boy I am stoned now, all the past was prologue to this sh** hey baby this here is the mainline oh f*** Im tucked but this is crystal top-end sh** this is going out on a mile-high wave in a f***ing Rolls this is — “What do you want first, Paul?
She had dragged him from the wreck of his car and instead of calling the police or an ambulance she had installed him in her guest-room, put IV drips in his arms and a sh**load of dope in his body.

He did not just pass this beneath her nose but pressed it briefly against her lower face. He imagined her laughing.

He had never been as close to her as he was then, as she carried him piggyback down the steep stairs. It was only after midnight, an hour after Geoffrey had ridden into the gathering storm to try and fetch the doctor, that the midwife had grown alarmed.

All that gibberish is supposed to trick spam filters into thinking it’s a legitimate email. And that’s a typical attempt… piecing together portions of novels and other texts.

I suppose this is a happening every website goes through eventually… like a teenager demolishing their parents’ car. So I need to face the fact that I… the WarAxe… the admin of Negative99… he who casts a plague on all your houses… has been attacked! Who would decide to use Negative99.com email addresses? Perhaps a rival blogger? Perhaps some commie atheist? Perhaps a disgruntled target of my jovial cynicism? I hope it’s that last one.

Idiots… on marijuana.