I’m really amused by this comment spam that I discovered in Akismet’s review list.
It almost makes sense, but then it fails.
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I’m really amused by this comment spam that I discovered in Akismet’s review list.
It almost makes sense, but then it fails.
It’s funny how easy it is to lose momentum writing a blog. One minute you’re bashing out post after post, and the next moment you realise you haven’t written anything for weeks. It’s not really for the lack of things to say either. It just seems a big effort at times to actually articulate the ideas that I have.
Really the same could be said about anything though.
I give myself a C- for effort – Must try harder
Some comment spam amuses me. Most of the time it’s nonsensical crap that’s generated by some poor zombie bot-net computer in eastern Europe, but sometimes it manages to vomit up something remotely readable. I suppose if anyone ever wanted to prove the hypothesis about an infinite number of monkeys bashing at an infinite number of keyboards automated spam machines are probably as close as we’re going to get to testing the theory out.
Almost all of the comment spam this blog attracts, which is more than you might think, gets caught by the Akismet plugin and filed away in the trash behind the scenes. Occasionally though something new will manage to dodge the filters and end up posted on the site. I usually spot these fairly quickly in the comments list as they’re invariably attached to some ancient post that I don’t even remember writing, and they rarely have anything to do with the content of that post.
Today I found the comment below attached to an ancient post where I reminisced about bullying a mate’s wee brother with a fire extinguisher.
Eh?
It seems that the occasional bouts of importing and exporting that I’ve done on this blog due to various problems has created some unwanted duplication of the articles. I’ve had a trawl through and sorted them out now, but it’s cut down my post count a bit.
Ho hum I guess I’ll have to write more posts to make up for it.
In the immortal words of HP Lovecraft:
They were not composed altogether of flesh and blood. They had shape…but that shape was not made of matter. When the stars were right, They could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, They could not live. But although They no longer lived, They would never really die. They all lay in stone houses in Their great city of R’lyeh, preserved by the spells of mighty Cthulhu for a glorious resurrection when the stars and the earth might once more be ready for Them.
There seem to be a couple of teething problems with the blog at the minute as it still shows the static “Game Over” page instead of the live post feed. At the minute for some reason it needs to be hard refreshed (CNTL+F5) to force it to load properly. I don’t it’s something to do with the length of time it was sitting with a static front page, but I’ll see if it’s something that I can fix from this end.
I’m intrigued by the post by email function built into the wordpress software, but I’m unsure how well it would work with this retarded work email service. I know I shouldn’t be posting stuff from work, but the mundane banality of my job often makes my mind wander to more lofty matters while my body is trapped in the hell of many spreadsheets.
As the suprise return of McDowall’s landlord has forced the itinerant couple into a premature house move I’ve taken it upon myself, with some urging from El Kat, to take steps to safeguard this blog for the future. At some point in the near future I hope to be able to regain possession of the famous greykodiak.co.uk domain name, but for the moment the one provided by wordpress.com will do the job.
I haven’t written many blog posts lately for various reasons and it’s beginning to get to me.
Watch this space.
No doubt the first thing you notied as the site loaded was the lack of my normal formatting. That’s because the build of the K2 theme that I have installed throws an error when it encounters the latest upgrade to the WordPress software. I’ll restore the original look and feel as soon as I discover where McDowall is hiding.