comment spammers have brought my (brandon’s) server to it’s knees. If you can’t comment that’s why. Sorry about that folks; we’re working on it. I dunno if we finally did the right thing or if the spammers just gave up and ran, but this finally calmed down. I do NOT get what they think they’re […]
comment spammers have brought my (brandon’s) server to it’s knees. If you can’t comment that’s why. Sorry about that folks; we’re working on it.
I dunno if we finally did the right thing or if the spammers just gave up and ran, but this finally calmed down.
I do NOT get what they think they’re achiving. We all have nofollows on our links and most of us restrict who can post, so they’re spending cycles attacking the world, spending effort (and often using illegal resources).
And for what? To annoy us so mch we eventually find a way to cut them off. Unless they’re in the business of selling more security software and hardware, they’re not getting dick from this.
So it’s hard not to see it as malice, you know? Malice or stupidity. I’ll admit stupidity is the easy answer, but malice is just somehow more satisfying.
This caps a day where I struggled all morning to over-come a hangover and to write; the hangover I beat, the writing though, I never did, instead spending my day moderating domestic mayhem and cooking all afternoon. I shopped, did laundry, and while ideas floated through the back of my skull, they never stuck long enough to get down on paper or keyboard.
At least my kitchen smells of fresh turkey stock, which tomorrow should become asparagus soup, or possible tortilla soup; and I finished the day with little tequila while Papa Christo played guitar in my living room.
Days that end peafully are a good thing. I need them on almost all days ending in ‘y’.