I’m getting so pissed off with how useless Yahoo’s spam filter is. Oh, and I won’t even consider adding an exclamation mark every time I write Yahoo – fucking wankers. I have both Gmail and Yahoo email accounts and the difference between their spam filters is staggering.
Gmail hardly lets any spam through but every day I have to wade through spam in my Yahoo inbox. And it isn’t even cleverly designed spam. It is absolutely bog-standard Nigerian 419 scams and messages telling me I’ve won the Irish lottery. And even when I mark something as spam an identical message gets through later in the day.
And the clueless feebs at Yahoo wonder why Google is kicking their arse from one end of the internet to the other. This is the absolute basics of spam management and Yahoo is failing miserably.
On a slightly related note, I had a funny experience with what I guess I could call phone spam. I’ve published the number for the angry phone far and wide (0403 069 148) and received a few interesting calls. Yesterday I received one from a chap saying he was calling from Ghana. He was apparently feeling hard done by and was assured I was a generous and caring person. He then proceeded to recite one of the standard spam scripts that Yahoo is so useless at blocking.
I said straight away that I knew the call was a scam and I wasn’t going to give him any money or any of my personal details. But he was not easily dissuaded and wanted to keep telling me about how I was the only one who could help him with his desperate plight. At first I thought I’d see how long I could keep him on the line and so cost him money but I soon realised from the low sound quality he was calling via voice over IP. So no chance of sending him broke.
I really wish I had a camera running and was able to record the whole thing because there was quite a comical element to it. My African phone spammer had managed to call just after I had put some dye in my hair. Because of this, I couldn’t put the phone right up to my ear or it would have been covered in dye. This, of course, mad it hard to hear him. Plus he had a really thick accent.
So he’s doggedly ploughing through his script and I keep interjecting with “Dude, I can’t hear you. Or understand you. And I wouldn’t give you any money if I could.” All the while holding the phone daintily away from my ear to avoid colouring it purple.
Sad to say, it was the highlight of my day.