Spammy Comments.

Protection Money?

Well, it looks like no one is safe from the mob these days. Richard, or Anikrichard, has offered to handle my little spam problem but for a price.

Anikrichard | anlikivanna.80@mail.ru | wwwwww.com | IP: 72.9.235.218

hello , my name is Richard and I know you get a lot of spammy comments ,
I can help you with this problem . I know a lot of spammers and I will ask them not to post on your site. It will reduce the volume of spam by 30-50% .In return Id like to ask you to put a link to my site on the index page of your site. The link will be small and your visitors will hardly notice it , its just done for higher rankings in search engines. Contact me icq 454528835 or write me tedirectory(at)yahoo.com , i will give you my site url and you will give me yours if you are interested. thank you

I just don’t know what to do. Do I trust Richard with his dodgy @mail.ru address or do I delete his “spammy comment” and blog about it?

The Poop Trifecta.

Good Luck? Bad Luck?

I have another question:

When did it become acceptable to leave one’s poop floating in a public toilet for the next user to flush?

Three times in one week. Same stall.

Death is Everywhere.

Time to Die.

The conversation went like this:

• ME: I don’t want to die a painful death.
• HER: Huh? I am terrified of what comes after death. Modern medicine takes care of most of the pain, but I really hate not knowing what comes next.
• ME: Really? I don’t want to look back and regret large chunks of my life. That would really suck.
• HER: You are weird.
• ME: ????

So, the questions are:

1. Are you afraid of death?
2. What is it that frightens you?

Death Links:

• Allen Klein – Humor & Death
• Zen Humor
• The Death Clock – When Am I Going To Die? :: An oldie but a goodie
• A Time to Die (1982)
• No Time to Die — Printout — TIME :: From 1944.
• Science Fiction Book Reviews

Depeche Mode – Fly On The Windscreen-Final Lyrics. Brought to you via the marquee tag. Don’t hate me.

Death is everywhere
There are flies on the windscreen
For a start
Reminding us
We could be torn apart
Tonight
Death is everywhere
There are lambs for the slaughter
Waiting to die
And I can sense
The hours slipping by
Tonight
Come here
Kiss me
Now
Come here
Kiss me
Now
Death is everywhere
The more I look
The more I see
The more I feel
A sense of urgency
Tonight
Come here
Touch me
Kiss me
Touch me
Now
Touch me
Touch me
There are flies on the windscreen
There are lambs for the slaughter
There are flies on the windscreen
Come here
Touch me
Kiss me
Touch me
Now
Touch me
Touch me

More Depeche Mode Lyrics…

Reading Material.

Empty.

My hard drive died a few weeks back. The essentials were rescued, but my RSS feeds are gone. I want yours.

Share “one” feed per comment.

Thank you.

Useful Spam.

Ave, gentleman

My goal is a serious relationship and I will do everything possible and impossible to build a strong and friendly family. I hope you are ready to be honest and I guess you can demand this from me too. I don’t want to meet in the future and to find out that you are 150 cm higher than me or that your seventh child is entering college this year. I want to find out everything before the actual meeting. I know for sure that all misunderstandings and quarrels start from lie. Any important detail, anything which you think can spoil our relations should be discussed and in the future it will not influence us any more…It will be very kind of you if you answer me to http://lovegalaxys.com/loveher and will tell more about yourself.

Please tell me about your plans for the future so that I could imagine what is waiting for me if we will be together. I am a serious lady, and I will give my heart to the man who will deserve it with honesty and respect to me.

Have a nice day

Lenusik

Duties.

Dear, Bossy Homemaker

There used to be a time when we assisted you around the house, but those days are gone. Why? Permit us to demonstrate: Doing the Dishes.

• US [Doing Dishes]: This is a man’s world…..This is a man’s world, but it wouldn’t be nothing, nothing without a woman or a girl.
• YOU: You are doing it wrong! Don’t use that towel use this one!
• US: Sorry. *Last time we try to help out.*

Or: Cooking.

• US [Cooking Something Yummy and Messy]: Hang the DJx3. Hang the DJx3. Hang the DJ. Hang the DJ.
• YOU: You are doing it wrong! Don’t use that pan! Use this one. Oh, and turn the heat down. You forgot to add…..
• US [Thinking To Self]: Last time we do this.
• YOU: Move!
• US: Sure.

So, angry mothers/stay-at-home moms/homemakers, or whatever you are calling yourselves these days, that’s why you end up doing everything.

Photography and Me.

The Power of Lens: Size Does Matter…to the Public.

You cannot impress the general populace with this little lens. It matters not one iota that the lens is great in low-light situations. No, what matters to the public is the size of your lens. Well, thanks to a certain someone – you know who you are, sir – I now possess an impressive lens: 3.3″ x 7.6″ or 84.6mm x 193.6mm.

The Power of Lens: Free Pass at Local Festival.

Me, in jeans and a T-shirt armed with my breathtaking lens. Him, ticket collector at mini-train ride. Our exchange:

• HIM: OH! OH! You can ride for free!
• ME: ….
• HIM: *Shuffling kids out of the way* Can’t you see that this man is a professional? Look at his camera – He obviously meant my magnificent lens.
• ME: Thank you, but I am here to just take a few pictures. *Debating walking away to diffuse entire embarrassing scene*
• HIM* To Little Kids: He must be from a major newspaper. He is here to photograph our festival and show it to the world.
• ME: Ummm, is it okay if I stand here a take a few shots? God, this is really embarrassing.
• HIM: Of course, of course! Hey, you kids! Move out of his way!
• ME: *Snap. Snap. Snap.* Okay, thank you. Okay, I am out of here.

Poor bewildered kids.

My New Online Toy: Tumblr.com

The Tumblr.com Bookmarklet.

Bookmarklet grabs highlighted text, image urls + thumbnails, and page title. With that you can create a variety of posts.

Standard text post:

Bookmarklet grabs urls to photos on page:

Want to quote?

A simple link:

Link with description:

Video. I had nothing to embed. Sorry.

Tumblr can also import RSS and display them directly in your tumble blog:

Import posts from other tumblr users via the green reblog button in your dashboard:

My tumblr.com blog: Gumnos.

Could You Would You in the Men’s Room?

Gettin’ Your Fine Art On in Public.

What would drive _you_ to take your “French viewing material” in to the men’s room, sit on the bench near the sinks, and start perusing it in front of the guys? Here are a few valid reasons:

• No mattress to hide them under.
• Lives in a Church.
• In a same-genered relationship, but still gets that “funny feeling” around the girls.
• Wife checks “that box” in the garage; under the sink in the guest bathroom; and the mattress unexpectedly.

My significant other said, “Maybe he was waiting for you guys to clear out so he could ‘take care of business.’” Me, “Foreplay?” Her, “うん.” (うん/Un/Yep!)

“Yes, I looked.” Everyone else was doing it! “How was it,” I hear you ask. Not bad. He was on the black and white pages as I left.

Google’s Agents of Chaos.

Google.

Google is evil:

• Google’s Tipping Point ::
  

  Now Google is in the position of dominance, and they definitely have the arrogance that goes with it. But they are in a very difficult spot because of that damned motto, and perhaps right on the tipping point where public opinion could change. More and more, people are hoping for Google to stumble. And every time they do, the press pounces.

• Fear of Google ::
  

  Yesterday, during his speech at the Forbes shindig I attended, Geoff Ramsey, CEO of eMarketer’s funniest remark was when he told us that the “Fear of Google” was so prevelent that it even had a three-letter acronymn: FOG.

• Why I Fear Google WiFi ::
  

  However, I want to set aside that question for a moment to once more ask an uncomfortable question: How much of your life do you want to put at Google’s disposal?

How much of my life is at “Google’s disposal?” As you will soon see, Google has mined all my data and knows everything about me. Things I didn’t know about myself.

Google Knows ALL! Panic! Panic!: Spooks on Board at Google. Spook == Matt Cutts.

Google knows two things about me a) I live near the Tama monorail and b) I want an AppleTV device. I can hear you asking, “Oh, come on, do you really believe all that whooey you just linked to above?” Yes. Yes I do. Let me prove it to you.

One of my operatives did a search on the following times [24:34 and 20:48] from his computer and did not receive the same query results as myself: He got bible versus. Obviously, Google knows that Operative BL has not attended church in over six years. That was Matt Cutts’ way of telling OBL to, “Go to church.” My search results from Mr. Cutts were a bit different.

Google, or Mr. Matt Cutts, is trying to tell me I should take my family to the Tama Zoo: Tama Monorail timetable for the Tama Zoo. Also, to purchase an Apple TV.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!