|If anyone knows who the artist is, please let me know|
so I can give attribution. I love this drawing. <3 b="">3>
I mean, I hate spam. I hate it in my inbox, I hate it on social media posts, and I probably should hate it on my blog posts.
Except...doesn't it mean that someone, somewhere is paying attention if they're spamming me?
Yes, yes it does.
If you were going to say that spambots are nothing but affectless algorithms randomly targeting anything that seems remotely likely to earn them clicks, regardless of content, you just hush up.
My internet has been down most of this weekend (I'm siphoning data off my cell phone to post this), Precocious Daughter is pissing me off in that way only teenagers can piss off their mothers, and I'm feeling generally disgruntled/unfulfilled/empty right now.
The thought that my blog might actually rise to the level of being spammable is kind of all I've got.
Still, if the spam comments begin to outnumber the real comments, that will be pretty depressing. So why not spend 20 seconds to post a real comment? Just say "hi" or "I love dinosaurs" or "f*ck you." Anything except "I found this words much helpful. Thank you for post. It will that you like me back."
Or, you know, even that.
Spammers can't be choosers.