Spam-Bam Thank You Ma’am (October 2014)

ILoveSpamLions and tigers, and spammers – oh my! My Askimet stats are below.

A couple of weeks ago, I even posted about spam email.  Don’t people have anything better to do?

Apparently not.  Here is this month’s cream-of-the-spam:

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Comment:

“I love what you guys tend to be up too. Such clever work and reporting!
Keep up the wonderful works guys I’ve included you guys to blogroll.”

Response:

“You guys”?  Twice?  You’re making me feel very unfeminine right now.  Go away.

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Comment:

“Do you accept guest posts? I would adore to write couple articles right here.I was wondering what exactly is up with that weird gravatar??? I know 5am is early and I am not looking my ideal at that hour, but I hope I do not look like this! I might however make that face if I am asked to do 100 pushups. lol”

Response:

Apparently, I’m not looking my best these days, either,  judging by the foregoing comment – maybe I should just change my name to Cordelia’s Dad!

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Comment:

ToothFairy“The world seriously need to research a great deal more of your teeth, occur to be any prolific publisher. Conserve producing. Very good discussing your personal skill.”

Response:

*sigh*  First you folks pick on my appearance, and now you have issues with my teeth?  Not that I can understand the rest of your comment, but maybe it’s just me.

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Comment:

Winnebago“A Winnebago with a little car in tow.”

Response:

Well, now, this comment is obviously a Winner.

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Comment:

“You need to be a part of a contest for one of the greatest blogs
on the web. I will highly recommend this site!”

Response:

Ooooo, I wanna be a Winner!

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Comment:

“I have read so many articles regarding the blogger lovers but this article is in fact a nice article, keep it up.”

Response:

“Blogger lovers”?  Is that what spammers are calling themselves now?

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Comment:

OhDEar“I will right away clutch your rss as I can’t find your email subscription link or e-newsletter service.  Do you have any? Please let me recognize so that I may just subscribe. Thanks.”

Response:

Get your hands off my ….. oh, I’m sorry, that’s “rss” — well, at least you made me feel feminine again, and I thank you for that.

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And so as the weather turns chilly, the leaves fall in approximately the same amount as spammers comment.  What will November bring?

(As usual, apologies to the appropriate commenter if any of the foregoing weren’t, in fact, spam.  I realize that some comments suffer in translation, and I try to take that into account when determining what is spam and what is legitimate.)

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Images by: Kevin Vertucio, and Larissa Holland, and Chris Chapman, and Jinterwas, respectively

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WTF WordPress?

InterrobangWhat is it with all these WordPress changes?  This morning I went on to check my stats, and the format has been revised AGAIN.  It took me about 10 minutes to find my own Dashboard, and I only managed it by reading WordPress’ instructions at the top of the page, and then scrolling through numerous options on the left side of the screen.  None of those options said “Dashboard.”

Settings” only took me to the administrative pages that include such stuff as my account information.

Finally, in desperation, I clicked on “Menus.”  That took me to a screen that looked amazingly like the old Dashboard – until I focused my eyes on all those drop-down options in the middle, one of which was — wait for it — “Menus Structure.”

Where the f* is my Dashboard, people?  I just want to check my comments and look at my stats!  Ah, wait, if I go to the very top left and click on the “Dashboard” link, it actually takes me to the Dashboard I know and love.  Ten minutes later!

Don’t the WordPress employees have anything better to do with their time than to reformat their site every other day?  Bloggers like me have a hard enough time just getting onto a computer sometimes – having to deal with reformatted pages is a nightmare, especially first thing in the morning.

Maybe the WordPress people are all sadistic sociopaths.

Maybe I should send Not CM over to work for WordPress.  Bet they’d have a job right up her alley – perhaps she could work with the reformatting-every-other-day people, and maybe add background sounds to the home page:

Hey, blogger – got you guessing!  Ha, ha.

Watcha lookin’ for – keep trying, it’s there SOMEWHERE.  Boo-ha-ha.

Tell us what you need, and we’ll make sure you don’t get it.

Wake up, bozo – a 2-year-old could do this better than you.

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Anyone else fed up with WordPress today?

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The Day After

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My gift from Mr. & Mrs. Grumpy Old Dude

By now, Grumpy Old Dude (Archon’s Den) and Mrs. G.O.D. are probably either on their way back to Canada, or have already arrived there.  Hopefully, their travels are (or were) safe and healthy.

To complete my side of the story (check out the prior post here):

My mother-in-law and I had just said goodbye to Mr. & Mrs. G.O.D. and were on our way back up the road.

About two blocks later, I exclaimed, “Damn, I never got my lollipops!”

Fortunately, my mother-in-law doesn’t hear too well these days, and what with the traffic noises, I’m sure she thought I said something totally different.  After all, who thinks about lollipops while driving?  [Don't answer that.]

I briefly debated returning to the G.O.D.s’ motel to confront them, but then decency and common sense came into play, and I realized they may have simply forgotten to put the darn things in their car when they left Canada.  G.O.D.’s own post told the story of shopping for my lollipops, so I was sure it was just an oversight.

At work the next day, my cell phone rang.  It was a number I didn’t recognize, and no one I know is likely to be calling me at 11:00 am on a weekday, so I let it go to voicemail.  Turned out, it was G.O.D. (aren’t I special?), calling to let me know he had forgotten to give me the lollipops at lunch the day before and would be driving to my house to drop them off before getting back on the road for the next leg of his journey.

Say what?

Maybe it’s just me, but I find it a little unnerving that my home address can be so easily ascertained once you know my real name.  However, real estate ownership is public record, so I guess I can understand that.  And with Google Maps and GPS, it is not a difficult task to figure out where my house is.

I tried to call the motel, but the number just rang and rang.  Apparently, the front desk was too busy with departing guests to even pick up the phone.  I tried G.O.D.’s Canadian cell phone number, but his cell phone does not work in the U.S.

As is my normal routine, I headed home at lunch time, hoping I could beat Mr. & Mrs. G.O.D. to my house.  I figured by the time they loaded the car, checked out, went somewhere for breakfast or lunch, and then found their way to my house, I should have time to get there first.

Overgrown

My house wasn’t this bad, thank heavens!

When I pulled up in front of my house, the first thing I noticed was that I hadn’t done a very good job of weed pulling.  Do you have any idea how many weeds you can pull and shrubs you can trim in 5-10 minutes, if you really have to?  Quite a few – I know.

I  had just finished that and was back inside with Puppy Cody, when I heard a thump on my front stoop.  I looked out, and G.O.D was just heading back to his car.  Of course, I ran out the front door so that I could catch him, and had a nice but short chat with Mr. & Mrs. Not-Grumpy-At-All before they got back on the Thruway.

All in all, a really nice blogger meet-and-greet.  I can hardly wait for G.O.D.’s  post in which he describes the visit from his point of view.  Join me in watching for that post on Archon’s Den sometime in the next week or so.

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I love to hear from my readers.  You may comment on this post, comment on my Facebook page, or email me at:  cordeliasmom2012@yahoo.com  or notcordeliasmom@aol.com

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