Spam means different things to different people.
There is this kind of Spam:
I don’t care for it, but doesn’t get in my way, clutter my inbox, or try to get me to buy, let’s say whole-sale-something-or-other. I don’t have to pluck it off the shelf if I don’t want it. I don’t need help removing it if by accident someone throws it into my cart. This Spam may be canned meat, but it’s the other spam I find somewhat uncanny.
Comment spam! Every blogger’s nightmare.
This week The Debutante Ball has been spammed so many times in the comments section, I dare say The Debs have lost count. We’ve been told our C7hri*mas sotires are wUnderfal. And lordie, if some of them don’t really want us to buy some whole-$ale-watches-0nlyne. Others seem to be having conversations with someone for a paragraph or two before saying how the c0ntent on the bl0g is sooplime.
And I’m reading this crap which is all a bunch of mushed up words, smooshed together trying to look like something it’s not.
Just like the other spam!
The Debs have changed settings, marked comments, said prayers, and done the secret anti-spam dance (sorry debs, I know I said I wouldn’t tell). So bear with us, if you see a funky comment that we’ve missed, please let us know.
And in the mean time, I have FABULOU$ links to luxury watches and some high powered vacuum cleaners, if anyone is interested.
What’s your worst story about spam? Do you ever wonder about the ding dongs who make that comment spam happen? They may not be villains — but they are certainly nobody’s hero except their own.
And most importantly — have you ever eaten SPAM? Now’s your chance to ‘fess up!