There I was, celebrating two years of blogging to not all that much in the way of acclaim, when suddenly out of nowhere, hundreds of comments started pouring in. And all saying such complimentary things, too.
Too bad they were all spam.
And I have to say, I just don’t get it. I work in e-business. I know what the metrics are, and there is no way that spam comments, no matter how many of them are scattered throughout my archives, are going to make anyone any money. I love, love, love the people who come and read this blog every day, but let’s face it, you are a very select group. A good looking bunch, too, with excellent taste who would never be interested in whatever crap these people were selling.
So all they’ve really managed to do is upset me (it particularly bothered me to see them on the post about my friend Leo’s suicide, even though I know it is just some stupid spam bot and not a person) and inconvenience me, and probably frustrate the people at my hosting company who had to deal with my confused emails and pleas to be unsuspended.
The biggest irony? Before I discovered this little problem I was working on a post about how my faith in humanity had been restored by, of all people, my former nemeses at the Geek Squad and the clerk I had a run-in with at Borders, (both! In one night!) only to have it dashed when I came home to an incomprehensible warning from my homeowner’s association. I guess the spammers wanted to get in on that action.
Jerks.
