It's amazing how spam sneaks up on you. Notwithstanding all the safeguards that I have in place, I just noticed that an old post of mine attracted over 1,500 spam comments. In a manner of 45 minutes.
Yikes.
Sometimes it sucks to be a site host.
Spam is obviously all bots, all the time now. Which is fine, I can see how that would happen. It's just shocking to me that whoever created these bots seems to have absolutely no connection to the English language, the physical world, or reality. Perhaps the bots are writing bots now?
Here, a snapshot. I get reams and reams of these on a daily basis. Tell me this doesn't look like a Pinter play:
Portrait Molnar? Asian betta? Pinays Mature?
Delicious heels houndstooth brand?
Vintage motherfucking Laundry Basket?
What is wrong with these people? Are there even any people involved anymore? Am I battling SkyNet now?
There you are. A random situation at a random time of day in a random location, and someone is being spectacularly inconsiderate towards you, they know they are doing it, and they don't care.
You know the feeling. Were these cave-man times, this would be the time to inaugurate that extra-knobby club you were saving for a special occasion. Time to collect another jawbone for the mantelpiece. Time to rip the beating heart out of the living, breathing heap of disrespect...
Whoa. Sorry about that.
Anyway, it is one of those times where you truly feel societal niceties are somewhat overrated. Unconsciously, a generous, healthy and gratifying heap of indignation builds inside you. How dare they do this to you? How dare they cut in line, block you off, not let you in line, hold open the door when you are carrying several metric ass-loads of cargo, or thank you for letting them in line? What, specifically, makes you so irrevocably below the pond scum of the Earth that this behavior on their part is acceptable, nay, not punishable by Things Invented By The Spanish Inquisition That Will Make You Wish They Picked Waterboarding(TM)?
But that is not the problem. People are dicks. It's a part of life. You know it. And actually, it is somewhat cathartic at times to be able to work up a nice, frothing lather of indignation at the asinine behavior of others. What is most painful is that sometimes, just sometimes, when you have said lather frothing up a storm, when you are half an inch away from making firm plans to decide on a strong intent to write a letter to an editor to be determined later about the decline of social consideration in today's society...
Just sometimes...
They look at you, realize their behavior, cease and desist immediately and sincerely apologize.
That, my friends, is just fucked up. Here you are, with a heaping bucket of indignation, outrage and a sizable imminent bout of insightful social commentary, and here they go and prove it was an honest mistake? Now what? Hmm? Do they ever give any thought, any whatsoever, to what you are supposed to do now?
Oh, how I hate people. Inconsiderate bastards.