I just deleted 24 spam comments from my filter. Of those 24 comments, 15 of them were all for the same post. When I do a mass-delete of spam comments, the majority of the comments are for that exact post. I have no idea what possible keyword in that post causes it to garner so much spam, but it’s very bizarre. Also, people need a fucking hobby. Write a bot that’s useful mmmkay? Or go…
It’s 6:40 on a Saturday morning. I haven’t slept. I am currently not tired. My brain is completely WIRED. Part of me thinks I could just stay awake all day. But the other part of me knows I’ll hit a wall about mid-morning and crash. So I sit and debate what I should do. And curse my inability to maintain a human sleep schedule. And possibly keep hitting play on a couple of songs that…
I had something I planned to write. And as soon as I opened the blank draft…gone. Should probably take that as a cue to just close the tab and forget about it for now, but I’ve never been one to apply logic to blogging. I should probably also go back and tally up the number of posts that start with that same sentiment or a variation thereof. I repeat myself. You may have noticed. My…
I watched Bob play a few parts of the first Mass Effect game. I don’t think he ever actually finished that play through. After Dragon Age II came out, Bioware gave free digital downloads of Mass Effect 2 to people who bought DAII. I played an hour or two of the game and…forgot about it. Now Mass Effect 3 is approaching release. I’m sure we won’t be playing it. Neither one of us is really…
We went to the grocery store when Bob got home from work. Driving down the highway, I could have sworn it was snowing. Bob told me I was crazy because it was 43 degrees outside. When we came out of the store it was SNOWING and sticking and WTF winter where did you come from? Visibility was horrible on the drive home, but thankfully we were only about three miles away so we didn’t have…
Bob and I have never celebrated Valentines Day. I doubt we ever will. We’re both of the mindset that it’s all a bunch of bullshit. Our plans for the evening are as such…Bob has a raid in Star Wars. I will spend that time writing and doing laundry. We are the epitome of romance. Clearly we are a perfect match. This is more my speed right here anyway… Because the Blood Gulch boys are the…
