The Freaks Are Back
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The spammers have returned. Those who come up short in the wit department, and simply weave in and out of expository traffic with their cloying babble and adolescent honking. They are pleased not at recognition of their talent, for there is neither recognition nor talent. Like a four year old peeing himself, the spammer just enjoys getting attention by being a jackass. His perspective is limited by "where his head is at", as we say.
So, the annoying word verification is back on. Cleaning up the spam is just another job, like cleaning up after Lacy on our walks.
The spammers have returned. Those who come up short in the wit department, and simply weave in and out of expository traffic with their cloying babble and adolescent honking. They are pleased not at recognition of their talent, for there is neither recognition nor talent. Like a four year old peeing himself, the spammer just enjoys getting attention by being a jackass. His perspective is limited by "where his head is at", as we say.
So, the annoying word verification is back on. Cleaning up the spam is just another job, like cleaning up after Lacy on our walks.
3 Comments:
At 10:44 PM, Mellie Helen said…
Ugh. Those spammers are all over my otherwise rather silent blog like ants at a sugar celebration picnic. As much as I am bored by and dislike the spammers, I do also pity them: their life is so empty, that this is the best they can think of to pass the time and add to their resumes. Losers!
Oh, and your lovely picture? I had that very image hanging in my cubicle for years. Still cracks me up (no pun intended, hee!).
At 11:06 PM, Greg Finnegan said…
Delighted to hear from you, Mellie Helen! It has been so long. Please come back often! -Greg
At 9:35 AM, Daisy said…
I couldn't agree more about the spammers.
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