Of love, and salsa.
I had to turn off comments on some posts because fucking spammers took to attempting to use them as their forum for pitching cheap cialis and hill-billy heroin. Comment here if you have to.
I bought Primus – Sailing the seas of cheese off of iTunes for 5.99. This is likely the eleventy-billionth time I’ve bought this album, and I never feel screwed for having done so. I suggest everyone do so immediately.
Lindsay said “I want to be in an earthquake” yesterday morning and the Lord was like – “Yo, checkit” and the earth did quaketh that evening. She was also all like “I want it to be all stormy and stuff here” and the Lord again was like “Hah, challenge me!” and it doth stormeth. So, I was like – Say something useful bitch! Something like “I want to win the powerball” and so she did – What do you want me to buy you when we win?
Spammers are fun! I moderate a lot of things and also use some scripting in my .htaccess file to stop the ip addresses from returning. It does cut down on a lot, but it is fun time maintenance. I laugh at the themes. Two days ago, all my spam was about hot grannies. Yesterday, it was about fuel injectors.
I still didn’t feel the earthquake.
Grannies?! HOT why don’t I get granny spam?