Does anyone else see artistry in the making?

September 7, 2007

I get very little spam with WordPress, thanks in part to the Akismet spam blocker. It filters out comments that I get that aren’t from my loving fan club that contains lines and lines of links. But you know, I think somehow there is sentient life brewing in the bots of the spam world.

From Amenceler, “On your site I found hello yet interesting photos, a password is only pitiful which does not work you threw down. Whip off me the contacts of these girls on soap please.”

I feel like he’s trying to tell me something…*taps head* At any rate, I threw down and he’s cowering like a little bitch and that’s enough to brighten anyone’s day. (Thank you years of high school AP English for the inane interpretation skills you imparted to me.)

The one that struck me the most was from Envedoetendaw, “horror called on it resource and result…. in principle even there is nothing, and all at that free of charge.”

After the links, he says, “comment ?!?”

All I can say is that’s heavy stuff, baby.

Also, let’s not talk about the time I very seriously told D that I saved a submission from the spam folder for PaganQuill in Gmail. [PQ is dead currently. But yes, thanks for asking.] Even over the IM, I could feel him roll his eyes.

“That’s from a bot. It’s like the new spam.”
Rereads, “But it’s so…pagan! And rambling! And…well, this reads like some of the submissions we have gotten.”
“No.”

I say it’s bot discrimination.


Friday’s Feast

September 7, 2007

Appetizer
Using only one word, how does grocery shopping make you feel?

Goddamn-tired. [Yay, hyphens!]

Soup
What is your favorite part about the season of Autumn?

Well it’s definitely not the seasonal allergies which was my first thought. Hmm, Autumn. I could be cliché and say the colors of the changing leaves, but really, we don’t have many trees that change color here in the desert. What I am looking forward to is getting my new handlebars on my bike, having the temperature reach back into the two digits, and start riding my bike to school.

*slaps ponch* Should help with that too.

Salad
Have you ever had any bad experiences online?

Ebay gone awry? Crazy stalkers? Trolls? No, sadly no. I would dig a stalker though. I’d take applications.

There was the whole online dating experience thing…that’s a whole other post of dismay.

Main Course
Name three things that make you happy daily.

This is a good and needed question for me. I would say… the friends I have that put up with my antics and my whining (look, I am American), my car, and how well my hapless cat tolerates the Momma love.

Dessert
What one household cleansing or organizing item would you not want to be without?

I don’t even know where to begin. Have I already expressed my deep, throbbing love for Mr. Clean’s Magic Eraser here? (Oooh, that worked better in a naughty way than I planned.) The Rebuker suggested, during another whining session about hating to clean the tub, that I try the Magic Eraser. It had been sitting in my kitchen for about a year and half after my Dad gave me one and yelled at me for the dirty state of my headlights. I now shudder to think that it lay unused for such a long time. Truly a gift from the gods.


Contemplative Wednesday

September 5, 2007

I tell you this because you also may not fully comprehend the importance of condolence cards, Mass cards, e-mail notes, phone calls, even green bean casseroles with the fried onions sprinkled on top. The fabric of civilized society is gossamer thin, and its warp and woof are comprised of threads such as these woven into our hearts in times of grief. Mother Teresa was right when she said that God did not put us here to do great things. God put us here to do little things with great love.

I have heard that when an elephant dies the whole herd comes to the body and touches it with their trunks. They then touch each other before moving on. I think they do this because they cannot write, but we can, and we must touch each other before moving on into the jungle.

-Marc Gellman, What I Learned from My Dad’s Death

Editor’s Note: This is a great big thank you and virtual, yet squished boobie hug from little ol’ me at IP for every comment, e-mail and text of condolence that I have received.


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