No its all kinda like the attached.
C
>>> On 1/11/2007 at 10:03 AM, in message
<[EMAIL PROTECTED]>,
"Martin.Hepworth" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
Clay
This spam hasn't got a nice image in it with the actual spam message
in
it has it??
--
Martin Hepworth
Snr Systems Administrator
Solid State Logic
Tel: +44 (0)1865 842300
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Clay Davis [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> Sent: 11 January 2007 14:58
> To: users@spamassassin.apache.org
> Subject: Avoiding Bayes Poison
>
> Over the past several months I have been saving the spam that slips
> through to my users accounts to train my bayes with. I notice that
lately
> almost all of it has (what I am assuming to be) an attempt to poison
my
> bayes (a bunch of valid words put together in a nonsensical
paragraph)
at
> the bottom of it.
>
> How much should I worry about this type of spam and how it will
affect
my
> bayes db? Work arounds? Advice?
>
> Thanks, gang.
>
> Clay
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