Wednesday, October 17, 2012

 

Oh, Spam!


For some reason, in the past few months I have been getting tons of spam comments on the blog. Some are in Russian, others seem to just be a jumble of characters. Other times, though, I get something that is... close to right. For example, check out this submission from yesterday, in the form of a comment to a post titled "The Gift of Disappointment":


It's going to be ending of mine day, however before finish I am reading this fantastic paragraph to increase my know-how.
Feel free to surf my weblog : small cribs


Two short sentences, yet so much intrigue!

First, there is the apparent context of an internet enthusiast ending his day by reading my blog. In mid-paragraph, he stops to write me a comment about the fantastic-ness of said paragraph, which announces his intention to continue reading that fantastic paragraph right up to the end.

Second, somehow my ruminations on disappointment are going to increase his "know-how," raising the question of what he might be learning how to do by reading that paragraph. Be disappointed?

Finally, this mid-paragraph reverie concludes with a somewhat abrupt reference to his own blog, which seems to be dedicated to "small cribs."

And who doesn't want to find out more about small cribs?

Comments:
Those are the kinds of spam comments that crack me up. They seem somewhat sincere. Then the address is BuyCheapViagra or something.
 
I thought that this post was going to be a recipe, using Spam. Disappointment.

This did not increase my know-how.
 
I thought it was a suppressed memory and am equally disappointed.
 
I thought it was an ode to Spam! Not sure how I feel. Uhm, not about Spam but about not getting yet another treat of poetry from the Prof, albeit iconic processed meat inspired.
 
Pan fry the Spam (c) lightly with onions.
Place mayo on ONE side of the white bread only.
Place one American Craft Single on Spam AFTER you've flipped it over.
Place Spam/Cheese on mayo'd bread.
Add lettuce and tomato slices.
Enjoy hugely.
This was my late Father's favorite Saturday lunch.
It's the small things ...
Bob
 
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