Wow. This has been the worst week ever for comments. I even miss being spammed. That’s what I get for having a baby and checking out for a month. Well, I mean, my wife had the baby, but, you know, I mean I’m a new dad and it’s a lot of work.
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.
Ok. That’s !@#!% funny: http://www.nationaldayofslayer.org/
Quote:
DO NOT use headphones! The objective of this day is for everyone within earshot to understand that it is the National Day of Slayer. National holidays in America aren’t just about celebrating; they’re about forcing it upon non-participants.
Springtime in Denver is breathtaking. I get to enjoy it from behind windows and windshields, and for the approximately 4 accumulated minutes I spend walking between my car and various buildings every day.
It’s not really that bad, but I wish I could get out more this year. We’re so busy getting the decks cleared prior to the arrival of Spoon Jr. that there isn’t any time for getting out into nature.
People are driving with their windows down, and my neighborhood, where Black, Latino and White live together in relative harmony, is constantly serenaded with the sounds of each culture’s music: Rap, Polka, and Sirens.
Speaking of which, I’m amazed at the number of Rap and R&B cuts about the fascinating subject of “Being at the Club”. I had no idea it was such a rich wellspring of artistic material. In that way, it is a lot like “Bling”, I suppose.
I have been doing a lousy job of blogging lately. I was starting to see a significant increase in the number of unique visitors, but I suspect I’ve ruined that trend. I miss the comment spam, too. Please, spammers, don’t stop. I love hearing about cheap software, prescription drugs and adult items. Really.
Samantha Burns writes about the new “fat kid” car seats, our typically American solution to the growing problem of corn(syrup)-fed kids. La-Z-Boy? Na, Lazy Parents
This is pretty close to home. You know what my cousin and her husband bought their daughter for her 4th birthday? Her very own LazyBoy recliner. So she could watch TV with Mommy and Daddy. I can barely believe it myself. It’s so … so … Walmart. Might as well just buy the lifetime gift subscription to Lard-Ass Monthly.
Go edumacate yourselves on the economics of Unions. Read Dave Away From Home: Union Label.
SpoonFighter has successfully moved to a new server. As far as I can tell, everything is working.
Since Baby Names have garnered the largest number of comments in SF history, all future entries will be about Baby Names. I knows a good thing when I sees it!
Mayhaps that’s a bit melodramatic. But the server on which the Spoon doth sitteth hath beeneth downth for, liketh, a whole day. Th.
But now we’re back. Anyone notice?
Ok, ok. Given the underwhelming response to Ulf - my Barbarian alter-ego - I’m “back”. If “he” feels so inclined, Ulf may still post. I was hoping that he would be an interesting excercise in creativity, but readership is dropping precipitously.