Apologies for the lack of updates but it seems that my site is being proxy-blocked by my employers. Not that I should be posting on their time of course…
Oh and Happy Birthday to all those bizarre leap year babies out there…
Monthly Archive for February, 2008
True to my word I bring you the latest spam comment trapped by the WordPress filter:
Strangely the DNS of the comment poster resolves to somewhere in Dubai. Here was me thinking the folk in the United Arab Emirates were a fairly conservative bunch as well. What amuses me is that most of the comment spam seems to be turning up in my earlier post discussing a hypothetical fascist revolution in the UK. What in hells name does a fictional account of the decline of a free Britain have to do with “Get NUDE foto”? Well unless it’s a movie that Paul Verhoeven is directing…
There are many strange sights to be seen if you look hard enough. Some of them are amusing, and some make you question what kind of thought processes could spawn something so utterly stupid. Take this picture for example:
Now that might look like a common or garden photo of a piece of grass outside some high flats. Well that’s because it is. That’s not the important thing though. Take a closer look, see those black things I’ve ringed in red? Those are black plastic bags scattered across the bit of grass. There’s a half dozen in that shot and at least a dozen more off camera. Nothing particularly odd about that you might think, after all Glasgow’s hardly got a reputation as a clean city.
The strange thing is, those are bag-it and bin-it bags full of dog shit. That’s right, someone actually went to the trouble of scooping up their pet’s shite, bagging it, tying a knot in it and then just dropped it where they stood. What the hell is that all about? Why go to the bother of scooping it, bagging it etc and then just leave it lying ANYWAY? Worse, why do It OVER AND OVER again?
Answers on a postcard.
I’m becoming more and more bemused by the various spam comments that WordPress has managed to capture on their way to the comments section of this blog. I’m even more amused by the various posts these things seem to be latched onto. Last night for example a user who helpfully gives his email address as jkakkgkkgg@jasjakdlc.lals (Welsh possibly?) posted an advert for a site selling penis enlargement pills on my long essay about a National Socialist revolution in England.
The spam itself is minimal, probably because my Jabber rarely hits keywords that automatic spambots would be interested in. I do however hope that the mention of PENIS ENLARGEMENT PILLS in this post will invite some interesting stuff.
Keep watching, if they’re any good I might post a top 5.
It’s come to my attention that a great many people in the Central Belt were suddenly surrounded by Freezing Fog this morning. Strangely however Glasgow itself was fairly clear allowing me to get the following interesting pictures of the poor old Squinty Brig.
A wee bit later down the line:
Greetings fellow travellers! Bert! Open the trapdoor I must fetch biscuits for our guests. Today we find ourselves positioned deep in the bowels of the infamous Minerva Hosting PLC in exotic
I won’t speak too harshly of Webfusion lest McDowall receive another email like the one I mentioned before. Suffice to say that the server uptime was becoming an issue as you are all aware.
Many happy returns to the infamous McDowall Man on the 27th advent of his birth. I shall be rolling along presently to deliver the two breezeblocks I’ve aquired as presents for you.
Well after months of the patented Kodiak tendering process I’ve finally managed to acquire a set of new tires for my faithful steed. I settled on a pair of fairly high spec and haughtily named Crossroads Armadillo Elites (Crossroads from here on). These were made by Specialized who are a fairly well known and respected brand within the bike industry. Fitting them was a cinch, especially after weeks of practice in the removal and replacement of the tires to fix punctures. My first test ride went equally smoothly even though I only went as far as Govan cross and back. I couldn’t help but grit my teeth as I coasted past at least three different locations where I’d suffered a puncture in the past. I needn’t have worried though as the magical materials bound in the tyre prevailed over the local home made caltrops. I also noticed that the tyres themselves were pleasantly fast rolling compared to previous tyres I have used. This may be due to their far smoother centre tread pattern, similar to a road bike rather than the oversized knobs of a pure mountain bike tyre. My only great disappointment is that to my untrained eye the Crossroads look just like any other tyre. The technology that resists punctures is buried somewhere deep within the rubber casing. I suppose after seeing all of the illustrated cut away drawings I half expected to find a layer of chain mail or even just some different coloured material.
I’ll post an update after a couple of days riding.