pervocracy:

When I was about ten years old, my dad called me into his home office for a moment.  There was a bunch of incomprehensible code up on his computer screen.

“Press the enter key,” he said.  I did.  “Thanks,” he said.  “I couldn’t bear to do it myself.”

And that’s the story of how I sent out one of the largest spam email campaigns of the 1990s.