This is from Friday at 5pm to Monday at 8am.
Plus, there are 16 more that are out of screenshot range, running the total to 47 Spam comments. I couldn't help but channel a little Monty Python, as I went down the list and thought to myself, “Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam… Lovely Spam, wonderful Spam….”
Back in February when I mentioned my Spam comment infestation, with its insidiousness and mangled syntax, I said that they were not really leaving comments; I was just getting the comment emails. I've since discovered that they are now leaving actual comments in about one fourth to one-third of the emails. Obviously, I don’t want their web feces smeared all over my blog, so now I have to go investigate every single email and delete the message.
They think I’ll give up. They don’t realize that I can be one stubborn S.O.B.
Bloody Vikings…
Bloody Vikings…
A Sinking Sensation
That’s some real shit about that sinkhole in Florida that appeared out of nowhere under some guy’s bed and the whole thing went down. Holy crap! What a way to go… Sucked into a cavernous gaping maw of indeterminate depth. Dude probably felt like he was a box of donuts in front of Rush Limbaugh.
I saw that they couldn't even recover the poor guy’s body, either. The whole area was deemed too unstable to support the equipment needed for a recovery effort. They basically had to knock down the whole house.
We were talking about it at work today, and wondering if some unscrupulous builder is going to put a new house up over the top of the site. They were wondering if he would have to disclose what happened there. I figured the only way he could sell the place is if he kept his yap shut about it.
I told them if I was a buyer, I know I’d be like, “You built this house and there’s a guy buried 60 feet below the floor? Oh HELL no… I saw “Poltergeist,” I can’t stay here, uh uh…”
My co-workers were howling. But I like meat too much to watch MY steak go crawling across the counter-top.
I have to wonder about the neighboring houses though. If it were me, I’d want to get the hell out, pronto. But how could you ever sell the house? Who’s going to buy a place right next to one that got eaten by a sinkhole?
My prediction: The Republican Governor has the state buy up the property in the neighborhood and condemn it. Then he arranges to have it sold to developers in about 10 years, after everyone’s forgotten about it, for pennies on the dollar. Then the developer turns it into a mall, or casino, or something and appoints the ex-governor to their board. There! Everybody makes out!
Well, except the taxpayers… they get it right up the old sinkhole, but what else is new?
Stormy Wednesday
We have a big storm brewing here for the east coast. This storm has already dumped all over the Midwest and Plains States and is scheduled to meet up here with another system and run up the coast. It’s supposed to start raining and snowing here tonight, and then change to heavy snow tomorrow, along with 20-25 mph winds.
Needless to say, I’m working from home tomorrow. When they were talking about 1-5”, I was going to go in. But when the forecasts started calling for 5-10”, sorry, I think I’ll dial in, wearing my jammies.
They’re calling this one, Snowstorm Saturn. (On the Weather Channel, anyway.) I’m not sure why they’re naming the storm after some shitty car, but I’m sure they have their reasons. I wonder if they already used“Mercury.” Or maybe “Pinto.” I think “Gremlin” would make a good storm name, just because it kind of screws with people.
The Big Finish
I saw this in the comics this morning and it cracked me up.
Poor kid. I'd write in and tell him that it doesn't get any better, but I’d hate to break the spirit of a fictional character.
16 comments:
I'm noticing a spam problem too. Maybe I should go delete them... Instead of being lazy.
Hugs!
Valerie
I just hate having that Crap here. Every morning, I feel like I'm walking through some 3rd world country, with hordes of wretched people clinging to my legs, imploring, "Take these stock tips," or "try these golf tips," or "get your dental supplies here..."
Love your Poltergeist reference! My steak moving would scare me off meat forever.
But I would love to meet that psychic Regina.
I'd be wrestling the hell out of those demons... "Gimme back my fuckin' steak!"
I'd want Regina to come over every time I tidy up, just so she can say, "This house is clean!"
Even though the courts are closed (as is pretty much everything), I had to come into work, unless I wanted to take "liberal leave." Meaning I would have to use my own personal/vacation days. Nuh uh, no way. Pass. So I drove in on empty roads through the snow/rain. I am the only one here, except for my boss. Who I fully expected would tell me I could go home early . . . except all it has done is RAIN here all morning. Damnit! Where's all this freaking snow we are supposed to get? Fucking weather reports. :(
I would forgive you if you installed the weird-word-comment-box thingy. I wouldn't like it, but I would understand, and I would forgive.
We've got the same deal... Building is open, anyone who can't come in has to take a personal day. Unless, of course, they can work from home. I'm pretty lucky, in that respect.
Forecasts were pretty messed up, but it looks like its coming on late. We should have a big mess any time now.
You'd only have to use it every once in a while, whereas I'd have to use it to answer every comment (as is my custom). It would drive me batshit crazy. Sometimes those things take me 2-3 tries.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that my motives are not totally altruistic.
No luck with any kind of plug in for blogger that can kill the spam? That sucks. Also, enjoy the snow. I'm enjoying the sun! But I'm sure I'll be pining for the northeast come July.
The tools seem to mostly for Wordpress. I suppose I could try comment moderation... I'd just hate to lose the immediacy of having your comments show up immediately. I wouldn't be able to release comments until the end of each work day.
Yah, wordpress is where it's at. I hardly get spam. WINNING!
How much snow did y'all end up with? We got something like 7 inches and now it's nearly all melted.
We probably got about 5 inches... Basically is was much ado about nothing. I could have easily gone into work. But then I got to work in my Jammie's today.
So what if that guy just turns up somewhere in China. That would be freaky. Only in Florida is it possible that the ground could just swallow you up at any time. Enjoy the sunshine.
I know, right? What if someone in China is digging a hole to bury his dreams in, and this dude pops out? He'd be like, "one Kung Pao Chicken, please...
That is a lot of spam, which, by the way, I have never tasted (Spam, I mean). I think I said before that I don't use the filter/captcha, but maybe I do and don't realize it since I am always signed in/it's my blog. Do I?
Yeah, that sinkhole thing is crazy. I cannot imagine what it must have been like for that guy. His brother was very shaken up from what I saw. Poor guy went in after him. Ugh.
I found the snow quite pretty here. But the kid did not have school, so we played in it (which included sun!) for hours. Great day for us.
I love Zits (the comic, to be clear). :-)
I don’t think I’ve ever had Spam either. Not terribly upset about that, either.
We basically got bupkis for the storm. I totally could have gone to work. And I also learned that my office chair at home is not nearly as comfortable for 8 hours of sitting, as is my chair at work.
“Zits” is very good at capturing what it’s like to be a 15-year old boy. I can totally vouch for that. (Although I don’t think I was quite as clueless.)
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