How do you know you’ve “arrived” as a blogger? Well, obviously, it’s when you start receiving your very own spam comments. I was going to forward the following spam to Paul Curran because it was all written on his guest posts – but answering these comments is just so much fun that I decided to do it myself [again]. I’m sure Paul will jump in at the end with his own comments, so be sure to read everything, folks:
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Comment [excerpt]:
“Not sure how what to wear on date night? …”
Response:
I’m not sure that Paul has a lot of date nights any more, but if he does, I’m confident he can figure out just what to wear.
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Comment:
“Like that, you are a couple of shoes away from your chosen page.”
Response:
I don’t know exactly what this comment is supposed to mean, but it seems to fit with the rest of the ones I’ve chosen today. After all, you really do need a couple of [decent] shoes for a proper date night.
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Comment [excerpt]:
“It’s perfect time to make some plans for the future and it’s time to be happy. …”
Response:
Guess Paul figured out what to wear for date night – they’re already making plans!
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Comment:
“So the very first thing you need to do in order to jump higher is usually to develop habits and also the mindset of the elite athlete. Second, make sure you have ample rest between workouts. Your vertical jump program has to become developing areas which might be limiting YOUR athletic ability.”
Response:
The most amusing thing about this comment is that it was posted on Paul’s story entitled “Gramps.” Somehow I don’t think Gramps is much up to high jumping these days – unless, of course, date night went really well.
[With apologies to Paul Curran for taking liberties with the title and subject of that intriguing post. If you missed it, click here.]
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Comment [excerpt]:
“Hello very cool blog!! Guy .. Beautiful .. Wonderful .. “
Response:
Apparently, Paul’s date has now given him a nickname – Very Cool Blog Guy! I think that’s fitting, don’t you?
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Comment:
“At this moment I am ready to do my breakfast, after having my breakfast coming yet again to read other news.”
Response:
And so, all dates must eventually come to an end – until the next time.
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Wasn’t that fun? Maybe next month, I’ll have Paul Curran respond to the spam comments on MY posts. I know he can do it every bit as well as I can, probably better. Let’s see where the spammers lead us.
(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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Ahhh, I feel like I have arrived now that I have my very own spam-bam post. Thank you CM! And I really do have to work on my vertical jump program.
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Don’t overdo, Paul – you don’t need to prove anything to any of us!
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Ha! Those are hilarious. Romantic spam for Paul, I love it. My spam can speak pretty words over me anytime it wants, pretty words that make absolutely no sense, but we can’t have it all. 😉
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I hear you. I’m at the point in my life where I might feel just a little special at romantic spam comments, even though I know they’ve been made on thousands of other blogs at the same time. Spammers can be such charmers.
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I always forget to check my Spam…thanks for the funny reminder. ☺
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Most of it’s pretty boring, but once in awhile a gem comes in.
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Ah spam…if I could only find where the person lives…
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I’m not sure I’d want to know, considering where some of the spam comes from.
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Yea, good point!
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The spam comes in waves. Sometimes, I get hundreds of them in a day … then I get almost none for a while … then suddenly I get whacked with a deluge again. Most of it is viruses and scams, but there’s also completely incomprehensible word salads. Ah the internet.
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Same here. Makes me wonder where they are when they’re not commenting on my site.
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Guys don’t need that many shoes.
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If it’s a really good date night, the lady probably doesn’t need shoes, either.
Well, unless there’s a little kinkiness going on.
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🙂
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