The Irritating Newbie, Low End User.

Ξ November 1st, 2007 | → | ∇ art, artist, webmaster |

I am about spitting bullets here. There are these people who can’t even figure out how to use an email client on their own home computers. Instead, they use one of those flaky Net services (Maximum storage capacity 2 MB) to handle their email where everything is “clicky-clicky follow the bounding ball and you can send an email too clappy clappy.” And suddenly they are bound and determined they are going to send out a mass email to a big list of hand-harvested email addresses they hand-collected and hand-typed into their email address books. Not only do they want to SEND this email, but they want it to look oh-so-official and pretty. So they get ahold of their volunteer webmaster, in this case me, and when their volunteer webmaster advises against it, they go find some flaky service on the Net that says: Well, SURE. Here ya go, Honey! Now all you have to do is send this out with your message typed in here and make sure you send it out HTML email.” And they go all clappy clappy squeal giggle and then, in that hiccupping moment between giggles, email their webmaster flaunting their coup, waving their “sure-we-can” shit, and demanding to know “what’s your problem that you wouldn’t do it?”

“And…but,” they say by the wayside, “but but but I can’t send out HTML emails using my email because it won’t let me.”

(And they can’t recieve them either, and in fact have reported OTHERS for sending them innocent HTML emails, blacklisting innocent folks…but never mind that, right?)

That’s right, folks. Exactly. And so what will happen if they do this anyway? (And they will, because they really can’t read, can’t comprehend, don’t WANT TO comprehend, and are petulantly stubborn and willful.) They’ll wind up with their group’s email, domain, and organization on a spamcop blacklist that they won’t be able to get off of because the email addresses that reported them weren’t confirmed as OPT-IN email addresses in the first place…because they collected them with pen and paper at their real world meetings, then typed them into their address books themselves, hunt and peck method.

DOH. NOPE. IT AIN’T DUN THAT WAY NOPE NOPE.

ARGH!!!!

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