I was entirely shocked to find not a single Mountain Folk in Assville, NC, where I spent the weekend. I’d been hoping for some banjos, a dog named Blue, or perhaps, a fuckton of toothless yokels.
I saw none. I was mildly distressed by this.
In fact, Assville, NC, is a HIPPIE town. An EXPENSIVE Hippie Town. Who knew? My parents would have felt right at home.
(I did, however, eventually see a guy playing a banjo)
(that pretty much ruled)
Anyhow, I woke up Sunday morning and checked my email because I cannot possibly function if my email remains unchecked. I mean, what if TODAY is the day that House, MD calls me and begs me to write for his show?
My email was, as per usual, full of stupid sites whose email lists I cannot manage to remove myself from, and a curious thing. I had at least fifty new posts for Band Back Together. That’s, um, out of the ordinary. But, I congratulated myself, perhaps it was all the people I’d just MET. Maybe I had, in fact, strong-armed into writing for us and/or working WITH us.
So I clicked to see what the title of one of the posts was:
“The Many Benefits Related To Obtaining Superior Mortgages.”
FANCY. Also: SPAMMY.
I clicked through and saw that all of the fifty new posts were, in fact, spam. Well, that’s not so fancy. Spam users I’m used to. Spam posts? That’s a whole ‘nother ball game.
That put me in a not-so-sparkly mood.
As bloggers, we’re all familiar with spam. I currently have 500 spam comments that are awaiting my glistening eyes to sort through. That’s just from yesterday.
But Band Back Together is different than a personal blog because it’s not just my ass blathering away at you. See, everyone who posts must first create their own account – email, username, password – so really, it’s their blog too. Same goes for Mushroom Printing.
Spam users: firstname.lastname@example.org I expect. Spam posts? Not so much. But these posts just kept rolling in. I deleted over a hundred and thirty of them before installing a simple capcha for anyone registering. (It’s a math problem, not those stupid letters, because those letters are BULLSHIT.)
I was Furious George until I came across this gem in my inbox:
And then I felt my life was, in a word, complete.
Perhaps I should publish it. I’d bet that would help MORE than a few people.
I wrote this about Special Needs Parenting, over at Cafe Mom. You should read it.
What are you feeling ranty about, Pranksters?
(you can publish any snarky rants over at Mushroom Printing, too)