DEAR YAHOO

Dear Yahoo,

I wrote you a letter awhile back notifying you that your spamblocker blocks your own e-cards from getting through.

You wrote me back a form letter indicating that I can use spamblocker to prevent spam from getting into my e-mail box.

Customer service is dead.

sincerely,

spike q

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Dear Yahoo,

I wrote you a letter asking you to give us a splash page for our 360s that we can use to indicate that we are adults blogging about adult topics.

You kicked more people off of 360 and gave a splash page to one of the e-groups instead-- the one that uses the word "bisexual" in its title and merely lists when the bi brunch is in the area.

Customer service is dead and buried.

sincerely,

spike q

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Dear Yahoo,

I wrote you a letter awhile back about a porno-spam letter I had received. It was in German, a language I have never studied and which my husband tells me I hopeless butcher everytime he tries to teach me a few words of.

The spam letter originated from a yahoo e-mail addy in Germany.

Your literature says to tell you if spammers are using yahoo addys. I did tell you.

You sent me a form letter about using the spam filters IN GERMAN.

Customer service is a rotting corpse.

sincerely,

spike q

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Dear Yahoo,

I sent you a letter offering my talents to you. As a consumer of computer services, I can certainly tell you what works and what doesn't.

I sent the same letter to M$.

Is it any wonder that neither of you responded? The nice doctors here reassure me that I have only a minor disturbance of my psyche. They tell me that just as soon as I realize the futility of my obsession with customer service being non-existent I will begin to improve. Somehow all of the pretty colored pills they give me are supposed to help me do that.

To which I say, "Basta!" As soon as I get out of this here looney bin, I'm going to start my own company.

sincerely,

spike q