Still dealing with tons of spam over here, since I'm still trying to Live Without Captcha, but Blogger seems to be catching it all, at least so far. I have been going in and reading some of the spam, and while most of it is the usual crap, and one of the comments was pure porn, describing acts by circus contortionists, from what I could figure out, there was this one, which just delighted me so much that I'm thinking there's An Evil Spammer out there who might just be someone you'd want to talk to, at least if they had any idea what they'd written and weren't just smashing together snippets from bad-English-translation greeting cards they picked up in some airport gift shop:
if the buffalo in my head could speak german
i would not know a god damm thing.
What i do know is that the language of art
is out of this world.
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Almost sounds like the mangled English from the label on something made in China you find at the dollar store.
That is beyond awesome. It's good that there is some slight entertainment value in the spam.
I guess.
very zen, grasshopper...
It's kind of scary, isn't it, like the spammer has me figured out and knows how to make me read the spam? Yikes. But I still love it. I think I'm going to stamp/stencil it on a skirt.
I think I'm going to cross-stitch that on a pillow.
If only I knew how to cross-stitch.
Fake it. That's what I'd do. I don't know how to cross-stitch, either. But, eh. You could just stitch it.
I tried to go without captcha as well, but got tired of checking to make sure that blogger was catching the spam. They were but I went back anyway. Sigh.
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