Monday, August 02, 2004


for real... this is not cool...
posted @ 18:07 by ryan in [ Arrrggghh... ]

by the time star trek comes into play, money is essentially outmoded.

perhaps when we reach that point there will be less use of sex as a tool to advertise and to make a quick buck.

I was going to recount my weekend of manliness and outdoorsmanship, but instead, I come to find that my blog has been hit by a deluge of spam...

perhaps by some disgruntled reader of some sort, or by so entreprenuer looking to make a quick buck by peppering my site with his to squeeze more money from the porn tree.

I thoroughly do not appreciate it, as I have spent the last hour deleting said comments from my blog.

the bastard actually hit every single one of my entries with his spam bot.

I am in the process of installing blacklist, because I did not enjoy the removal process one iota.

for those of you who are not aware, pornographic or sexually oriented material that you (and when I say you, I mean someone with healthy or respectable values) would not feel comfortable sharing with your mother is strictly not allowed here.

I will nuke it posthaste.

again - a zero tolerance level for naughty stuff - this is more or less a rated PG sight...

eh... rated pg-13 to rated R (sometimes) but mostly PG... I think...

whatever.

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I think I will stand outside for a little while today...

with a clean towel.

I think it might do my pores so good...

because that is how muggy it feels.

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it it not funny that when you are camping, things that would normally not fly in civilization, seem to be just fine while outdoors?

not changing or showering everyday... not washing your hands after every spray of dirt... the wonderful scent of Off!

etcetera etcetera, so on and so forth...

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is spamming websites and e-mail fun for people?

it obviously is just costing people money, and I would assume that most people would just up and delete the stupid thing.

so what do people get from spam?

can someone please explain that too me?

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this bites.

I have to go.