Today in Minnesota history: old guys with muttonchop sideburns did stuff. Also in Duluth someone was the first person to do something or other. In 1689, a Frenchman fell in a lake. Whatever. Gaah. Criminey. You know, you sit down to approve comments, and you feel a little guilty because you’ve been away from the site for a few hours – folks came over for pie and coffee, you got to talking. While you were relaxing your guard, the full force of nineteen thousand zombie computers controlled by amoral Bulgarian virus-authors sprayed so much spam on Buzz.mn it’s a miracle the Dog-Faced Kid doesn’t have a little blue pill on the end of his painted tongue.
Apparently Buzz.mn has been discovered by evil spamlord spiderbots: Sunday night we were hit with 48 tons of email designed to make you give your credit card number to someone who thinks that “m9uewsdkjhoqwsde” is a persuasive subject line. Who responds to these ads? Do people send in their money, wait nine weeks, then send an email to Mr. 233rilweds@oius8hes.com wondering why their shipment of c0d!ene hasn’t arrived as promised? Your host laboriously checked all the boxes to select the mail for deletion, then hit the button to delete . . . which, at the time, was unfortunately set to APPROVE. We fixed the matter quickly, but for 97 seconds between the hours of 11:20 PM and 11:22 PM, you may have seen one of those irresistible ads, and if you whipped out the AMEX and sent money off to the Cayman Islands for herbal goat testosterone supplements, we deeply apologize.
I have to confess: after plowing through screen after screen of gibberish messages, it was almost a relief to see a comment with the subject line that said, simply, “Viagra.” It stood out, pure and honest. I almost approved it, just out of grudging admiration: nicely done. Gotta respect the classics. Then I came to my senses and killed it like a bug, almost wishing the computer made a crunchy sound when the comment was ground under my heel. I hope we can find the ISP responsible for this onslaught and ban it forever, or else our time will be occupied primarily with eliminating misspelled enticement for monkey-gland extracts, and the job will have to be rewritten to include “Monkey-gland extract enticement extirpator” so the next guy knows what he’s in for.
Anyway.
It’s National Sugar Cookie Day. Fine. When isn’t it? Let us all agree that spammers do not deserve sugar cookies. In our dreams, at this moment, INTERPOL agents are kicking down their doors and slapping the sugar cookies right out of their pasty moist hands. Since you no doubt deal with spam on a daily basis, what do you think they do deserve? Suggestions for elaborate, Rube-Goldbergesque retribution systems are hereby solicited.
Back in a while. And happy Monday!



This comment contains no Viagra
I've recently stopped receiving any spam -- in the two weeks or so since I've noticed the difference, I haven't seen a single one. I don't know whether Earthlink has stepped up its filtering to better compete with gmail, or whether Mailwasher is actually working (in spite of being buggy in other ways.) Whatever the cause, it's a surprising but welcome respite.
I ate three chocolate chip cookies and two donuts today (it's still Sunday in these parts, or it was until fifteen minutes ago) so I guess I got a leg up on Sugar Cookie day. (I also ate one artichoke, just to, you know, balance the scales.)