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Ever wish you had a penny for each stupid Viagra email you get?
(I hear ya, ladies.)
Spamps are digital codes that marketers can affix to their emails to reach your inbox.
They would pay a fee to receive a Spamp, a portion of which is paid to the user. The user--whom I will now call the youser--can fill out demographic info and request certain marketing messages, perhaps they're interested in travel... or books... so that marketers better target their message. Marketers can also offer extra click-for-action awards.
This does not have to be set up in the classical email framework; I could envision this as a social networking site that matches marketers with customers and the Spamps would be part of the private message system.
It came in a dream. I was windsurfing when an otter with the face of Salvador Dali swam by and asked me if I had a license to play canasta, when I turned to reply, the sail, which had now turned into a silk screen poster of Lucille Ball, hit me in the head. I fell into the water and swam to a nearby island composed entirely of peanut shells.
The king of the island met me on the shore and proceeded to list the reasons why a paid-for email system such as Spamps did not work in the past and would not work in the future. He told me that they only money it would make would be the snarky "two cents" messages I'd get from TechGuy and Gods_Light...
I felt the urge to prove him wrong. And woke up.
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