Tuesday, May 04, 2004

Evil fire escape as boring as old, nice fire escape.

Apparently, even I can get sick of looking around for worse and worse horrifying explicit pornography, so the evil fire escape will just take you to something evil from now until I get my horrifying explicit pornography surfing second wind. In other news, the computer guy worked on our new computer today to take his mind off of the below terrible stuff. And, I went out to Bonnie's Barnyard to visit a miniature horse colt that was born this very afternoon. It was cool. And a mini donkey named Charley tried to get into my lap for a nap. It is very cute when Bonnie goes and gets a baby donkey and holds it in her lap for a few minutes, but Charley is full grown, and bites. And was sporting a chubby. So that was a little uncomfortable. "Dude, I'm sorry. It's not you. It's me. I just don't feel that way about you. At all." People look at you funny when you talk to donkeys that way. Even if they're your mom.

Sometimes stuff sucks and you can't do anything about it.

I'm sure all my faithful readers remember that my mom's friend Rosemary, whose dad is dying, and our computer guy, whose dad is dying, are siblings. Mom is out at Rosie's house right now, trying to help with the stupid peripheral things that come up so none of the family would have to leave, because they think today might be the day. The dear guy is drifting away, and I can't put into strong enough words how good he is, how strong and wonderful. His family is terrific people too, and they are handling all this with so much grace and strength I can't fathom it. I feel so bad for all of them. I wish I could do something, but I can't, so I think I'll just go bang my head against the stove until I feel like taking a little nap.

Fucking Shitdicks

Hey, I actually have something to say today. I was doing my daily webcrawl and when I got to Defective Yeti he had posted about some stuff that pissed me off. He was on NPR's The Works to talk about blogs, and a lot of the stuff he talked about (as always) was both engrossing and amusing. But if you happen to click over there, the middle topic is "comments spam," and it is pissing me off. Not the way he wrote or spoke about it, but the fact of it. Jeez. There's a Wired Magazine article about it that mentions several people it has happened to, including Wil Wheaton (I swear I'm not obsessed, he's just everywhere online) where someone spammed his comments board for a post about his fear that his sick cat would die with links to an extremely legally objectionable pornography site. Which just makes me sick. And if I understood the Wired article right, the only real objective of sending out spambots to do this is to get whatever site mentioned on the most websites, whether or not anyone clicks on the link, so that whatever overseas pharmacy or porn farm or whatever gets to fool search engines into thinking it's really popular. Which also degrades the quality of returns that you or I get when using a search engine. That's just shitty, folks. I mean, I'm in no danger of it here in my little corner of the internet, as it seems to be targeted specifically to very popular blogs and web-phenomenon type sites. But I happen to love to read several of them, and anything that hurts them, therefore endangering my amusement and edification (besides being totally morally reprehensible and worthy of a quick rap to the nads for whoever thought it up) makes me really mad.