Lately I’ve been feeling an awful lot like the female restaurant patron in Monty Python’s “Spam” skit.
“Why?”, you ask? Well, let me put it this way:
Scene: A Pixie blogger enters her dashboard to check for comments…
Pixie: Well, what’ve you got?
Dashboard: Well, there’s Discount Pharmecutical spam; ; Erectile Disfuntion Spam; Fake Comment spam; Trackback spam –
Pixie: Have you got anything without spam?
Dashboard: spam Porn and spam; spam Viagra spam spam Gibberish and spam; spam Dating Site spam spam Vioxx spam Barely Legal and spam–
Pixie: But I don’t want ANY spam!
Pixie: Whatta ya mean “Uggh!”? I don’t like spam!
So that about sums up most of my time spent dealing with my blog. It’s disappointing, I try to post things that are important to me…and things I think others may want to read…and hopefully enjoy. But I am REALLY tired of the spam.
Spammers, be warned…I will delete you, and flag you as spam…stop wasting your time, and leave me alone!!!!!
Alrighty folks…thus ends this Pixie’s temper tantrum.