Batten down the hatches!

Those of you who aren't idiots (although I daren't venture what that percentage might be) might have noticed a decided lack of updates to this blog in the past two months. There are many reasons for this, some having to do with the alignment of the stars, some having to do with hair growing in strange places, and most having to do with my terminal laziness.

I have been roused into action, though, by an insidious force that took me completely by surprise. And what was it? you ask. A world event in need of some world-class satire, perhaps? The Second Coming of the Messiah, requiring the unjaundiced eye of a dutiful observer? No, my friends, it is neither of these things.

This site, ladies and gentlemen, has been spammed. Spammed!

I didn't think such a thing was possible in today's enlightened times, but apparently it is. Looking through my list of comments (because I value what each and every one of you have to say, truly, I do), I noticed some suspiciously inflated figures on some of the entries.

My reference to the lyric from the Travis song, for example, features seven comments. Seven. This is, I'm sure you understand, a little suspicious.

And, sure enough, displaying these seven comments reveals that only three of them are pertinent to the original comment, and I was responsible for one of those, anyway. Four more comments are useless -- "Hi! Just want to say what a nice site. Bye, see you soon." -- and each of them is followed by a link.

A link! A hyperlink... sending the unsuspecting reader off into a strange land, possibly having something to do with penis pumps, or possibly having something to do with European health funds, or possibly something in between.

And it's happened to me... to my little blog. Well, we aren't going to stand for it, are we? It looks like I have no choice but to resume my schedule of blog-posting, in the interests of attracting genuine comment. Stay tuned, young apparatchiks, and I shall school you in the ways of advertising, and together we may combat the spammers, where it hurts*.

* In the testicles, that is.