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 thelist 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 insidiousnessand mangled syntax, I said that they were not really leaving comments; I wasjust getting the comment emails. I've since discovered that they are now leaving actual comments in aboutone fourth to one third of the emails. Obviously, I don’t want their web feces smeared all over my blog, so nowI 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.
A Sinking Sensation
That’s some real shit about that sinkhole in Florida that appeared out of nowhereunder some guy’s bed and the whole thing went down. Holy crap! What a way togo… Sucked into a cavernous gaping mawof indeterminate depth. Dude probablyfelt like he was a box a 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 toounstable to support the equipment needed for a recovery effort. They basically had to knock down the wholehouse.
We were talking about it at work today, and wondering ifsome unscrupulous builder is going to put a new house up over top of thesite. They were wondering if he would haveto disclose what happened there. Ifigured the only way he could sell the place is if he kept his yap shut aboutit.
I told them if I was a buyer, I know I’d be like, “Youbuilt this house and there’s a guy buried 60 feet below the floor? Oh HELL no… I saw “Poltergeist,” I can’tstay here, uh uh…”
My co-workers were howling. But I like meat too much to watch MY steak go crawling across thecounter-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 thehouse? Who’s going to buy a place rightnext to one that got eaten by a sinkhole?
My prediction: The Republican Governor has the state buy upthe 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, orcasino, or something and appoints the ex-governor to their board. There! Everybody makes out!
Well, except the taxpayers… they get it right up the oldsinkhole, but what else is new?
We have a big storm brewing here for the east coast. This storm has already dumped all over theMidwest and Plains States, and is scheduled to meet up here with another systemand run up the coast. It’s supposed tostart 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 wasgoing to go in. But when the forecastsstarted 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 stormafter 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 stormname, 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 thespirit of a fictional character.