Foibles and follies

Well well well!

Here I was, thinking "woe is me, woe is little old me, for not having any comments. Has the world forgotten me? Is my descent into damnation so utterly complete as to have wiped all trace of me from the Earth? Have I drowned, unknowing, in the hidden seas beneath Asia?" (that last bit is true - there IS a subterranean ocean underneath the Orient's feet!).

So.

I was wallowing in self-pity, thoroughly morose, when I logged in and found that I have 16 comments in need of moderation!


Oh joy overbrimming!


But life is a thing of myriad deceptions, and sometimes you think you're home and hosed, only to find out you're actually pissed drunk, and naked in a car wash.



Turns out, I had 3 genuine comments from real people (that's right, i thusly distinguish between people who spam and people who don't), and 13 comments from shameless spammers, or them as shall henceforth be known as the SS, albeit sans black uniforms.

THIRTEEN COMMENTS FROM PEOPLE WHO, FOR ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES, AREN'T EVEN REAL.

I mean I just HATE that stuff. it drives me crazy.
It's not like the SS types have anything interesting to say. They're either telling me about the advantages of their particular pornographic website (hardccc0re porrrrn! 18yo girls! your best friend's mother - standing behind you!), waxing boring about cheap pharmaceuticals (get your meds here! Prescription pills available! Unreliable Viagra: it goes hard, then soft, then hard again - turn your penis into a pogo stick!), or else they're telling me about (get this) MANGOSTEENS.

I kid you not.


MANGOSTEENS.

I mean, wtBLEEDINGf is that about? There was this whole LOOOOONG comment about a fruit (which i have slightly less than no interest in, nor have i ever mentioned it in my blog or any other writing aside from year 3 science), but nothing of any particular interest whatsoever.

uh-huh. right.


So what did I do? I deleted them of course!
Thing is, I'm sure that Blogger doesn't have a spam detector or anything, so I'm stuck with continually sifting through all the bloody things and getting rid of the detritus left behind by the SS.


And they say that Hitler is dead. Oh he's alive somewhere, I'm telling you, and he's bent on driving everyone non-Aryan insane through mass-spamming.



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(You counted didn't you?)






In other news, I'm back in Australia, and feeling quite ambivalent about things in general. Uni goes back next Monday, and I don't feel quite the ecstasy I was thinking I would - its another long bunch of weeks, constantly surrounded by people trying to one-up or otherwise prove their superiority (when - and I say this with the utmost sincerity, because I have to be able to be honest somewhere - I look at at least half of them and think to myself: There isn't the slightest need in this world, the next, or any part of the known Cosmos to be even slightly worried or intimidated by you lot), continuously scrambling from class to class, week to week, and all the while feeling Time ticking away, an enormous Bogeyman in the shadows.


Perhaps something else will kick in, come Monday. What's life without hope, eh?





twisted evil tiny things
crawling through your cranium.
Vicious little violent beings
Whose wellspring lies within.