Die Spammers, Die
Spammers are evil. In my book they are right up there with Hitler, Charles Manson, and the teenagers who throw super-size softdrink cups out the windows of the cars their parents buy them. Pure #$@!! evil.
(Mrs. Spoonfighter would like everyone to know that I’m a lousy hypocrite because I occasionally spit my gum out the car window. But that’s totally different because it just becomes part of the road, or part of someone’s tire. Anyway, she’s the one who “samples” grapes in the supermarket. Case closed.)
What I’m really trying to say is that I’m tired of moderating comment spam. Today there were over 1400 “comments” advertising male-enhancement pills that I can win in online games of strip poker.
If an actual reader (assuming I still have any) left a real comment for me in the last couple days, I’m afraid it got taken out with the trash. There’s just no way I could possibly moderate 1400 comments.
That said, I’ve implemented a new feature to cut down on the crap. Sorry for the inconvenience, but I’m sure you understand.
July 11th, 2006 at 4:50 pm
Damn, I haven’t gotten any comment spam in weeks. I am a terrible blogger.
July 11th, 2006 at 6:49 pm
Yeah, I know I’ve made a few comments about tracking down my comment spammers and sending them to the new and improved Dante’s inferno with the new level 10 specifically for spammers that has satan shitting on their heads while the guy in satan’s mouth laughs at their misfortune. Btw, laugh at Mrs Spoonfighter for me for setting a terrible example for baby spoonfighter.
August 7th, 2006 at 11:10 pm
Must say that spitting gum out window and “sampling” market grapes don’t even compare. Grapes must be sampled to ensure that they are descent grapes — nice and sweet, good and crunchy, kind of get that frog pop between the teeth. It may be a good moral code to only sample those not in the bagged bunches but those that would not find a home otherwise. But then again, they were rejected for a reason.
Gum on the other hand is attrocious, even in and of itself. Some wannabe is going to be walkin the streets, too good for the sidewalks and his drug-money shoes are going to find that discarded wad baking on the asphalt and will drag-stretch-drag-stretch-drag-stretch that faint green mess all the way onto momma’s brand new carpet. So, for momma’s sake, try one of those chemical strips on your tongue next time after the onions.
What is this world coming to?! (rhetorical, purely rhetorical)
Stop … stop … I can’t hear you … la la la la … -SF