Day: February 25, 2005

As is usual, I’ve been getting a trickle of spam comments most days. But this latest wave is a tad bizarre. It caught me off guard at first because they were generally short comments that almost made sense. Things along the lines “nice site” or “I’ll have to bookmark you” or even “I disagree,” but longer and in full sentences. Then I looked at the e-mail and sites they provided. Well, for now we’ll call this a family site and claim that I don’t want to say the sorts of sites they listed. But to be perfectly honest, if this blog were Ron Jeremy‘s himself I think he’d be too disgusted by their suggestion to repeat.

I really don’t care much – not a single one made it past the filters -b but some of the comments just became… well… odd, if not belligerent. Just the other day one of these jokers said, “OMG you must be totally retarded.” And today someone actually told me, “If I saw you in the street I’d spit on you.” Now, does this sound like a good marketing plan? I mean, the spam is already blatant, and I’m not giving them any free marketing, but now they’re basically insulting me, too.

Let’s face it, if you call into question my mental state, or threaten me with saliva, I’m not going to stand for that. So just go sell your freakish goat-blowing tranny porn elsewhere!

Everybody say hello to Mr. Sun – the latest addition to my regular reads. Mr. Sun puts together some pithy, yet thoroughly entertaining, observations about the world he shines down upon (and its crazed inhabitants):

Dante Chialvo, a physiologist at Northwestern University, says your brain is like the Internet. I know mine is — it contains mostly recycled opinions and images of nudity.

Just take a quick gander at his list of upcoming movie sequels or the composition of a a funny sentence.

Here’s a little hint for you guys. When in a meeting – especially one involving a conference call – don’t start reading webcomics to pass the time. Beause when you come across certain strips, it will be difficult not to inexplicably start laughing. About someone else’s pain. In front of your co-workers. And another company, to boot.

And now while noting this (still during said meeting) I found myself unable to spell the word “etiquette.” I was so far off, that Dictionary.com was just throwing anything at me in hopes of figuring out my word. With that entry, the usefulness of that site has grown exponentially.