A few somethings spoiling the something
Turned on comment verifying because this weekend comment spam has been raining down like [insert natural disaster]. It asks you to copy a small line of garbled text before you can publish your comment. If you're a person and not a spambot, this should be easy. If you are a spambot, boy, you're in for a headache. If you're a human, spamming the old fashioned way, you are a pestilence without a cure.
Except possibly shame.
But probably not.
Though just in case:
You're a bad person.
posted by Luke @ 5:01 PM
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9 Comments:
You know you've hit the big time when you get comment spam.
*has not hit the big time*
I have no idea what it is, frankly. My hits are at a low (since I rarely post), I'm not talking about anything remotely exciting or lurid.
Haven't mentioned things like
sack
jug
preteen
401(k)
I looked. None of the things that these monsters key on. I'm at a loss other than to say they obviously found a straggler amongst the herd and pounced.
Except, like the large-brained mammals they are, they're improvising tools. Using my rotting hulk to attract even more game.
"Hey, some dude who likes Luke's blog is also into 'rating . . . mature bitch milfs' eh?"
You can see how that might happen.
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Ah, good to finally see some updated material here.
I've been coming back, forlorn, for weeks now. Hoping against hope for something. Anything.
A witty and sardonic deconstruction of western civilization vis á vis urinal cakes? A wrenching tirade of self-analytical angst blown out into a critical denunciation of factory-made indie-pop, rock-a-billy disco?
No and no. Time and again, the same old post. "I'm busy, I'm okay."
I said "Humbug!" before, but no more.
Thank you for the update. I'm glad to hear you're a stable master, wrangling and breaking starry-eyed young journalists. Being The Boss.
One day, when I've broken the surly bonds of this provincial "destination adventure town," I'll register for a tour of that lofty and esteemed weekly alternative newspaper.
I want to see how comfortable your chair is.
That said; let it be known that I was not planning to visit your site. Oh no, your previous drought had forced me away -- checking and correcting your spelling was no longer part of my routine (just after my analysis of the latest CNN headlines and right before a rousing game of "Thing-Thing 2" on crazymonkeygames.com).
I got here searching for "preteen sack jugs."
Peace be upon you.
Oh, and by the way, you should really check out this site. It pretty much has all the info you need to stop living three feet from the bathroom door.
It's super cool!
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You have a great blog. I am so glad I found this blog about Pestilence. I am glad there is a blog where I can learn about Pestilence and it's possible Cures.
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Heh.
I originally had the above smarmy comment spoof linked to a non-existent site but then later realized that anyone who clicks on it might end up on some whacky search page, so I deleted it and made my joke-link just come back to your home page, Luke. So, effectively, I've taken all of the bite out of my parody and probably turned it into something more annoying than spam itself.
errr.
Sure, but my clickthroughs are through the roof today.
I'm still waiting for my first comment spam... I'm still a comment spam virgin, I suppose...
Please, be gentle.
STRYPER Yellow and Black Attack!
That's all I have to say.
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