Not the stuff in a can, though that's just wrong, too, but the comments in my blogger spam folder, comments awaiting moderation and comments that slip through.
To my spammers, I'm truly not interested in seeing pictures of naked teens, better blog platforms, your discounted gucci purses or allowing a total stranger with a questionable website to write a guest post on my blog. Go the hell away. Because of you, I am, sadly, considering making this a fully moderated site.
I'm this >|< close! Seriously.
To ward off these persistent cockroaches of the blogging world, I've changed my settings to moderate all posts older than a week and have eliminated anonymous comments. I try to be careful when going through comments to ascertain I've deleted only the spam, but I'm fairly sure I've deleted a legitimate comment or two here and there. I'm sorry for that if I've accidentally deleted what any reader here has had to say because I do care and I do read and appreciate all of your comments.
OK, I think I'm done ranting now, though suggestions to foil this slime are truly welcome.
Please forgive my absence. I've been in a bit of a funk since returning home from California. At first I thought it was a minor case of fatigue. We did so much in such a little amount of time and I thought all the running around finally caught up with me. Now I know it isn't the fatigue since I've made up for my sleep deprivation.
I think I've got a case of the blues.
I wouldn't call it depression, per se, but instead, a bit of sadness or melancholy. Change will do that, I guess, and I'm surrounded by considerable change, both at home and professionally. It's the double whammy. I've paid the price in losing interest in pretty much everything that brings me joy: cooking, cleaning, shopping, knitting, socializing, blogging and my ridiculous dog.
One change I would welcome, would be a break in the weather, but that lying groundhog has not delivered in the prognostication department. Winter is clinging to southeastern Michigan with a tenacity that only serves to annoy and make me moody. The winter weather skipped us last year and we suffered for it in terms of our apple, cherry and peach crops, not to mention other produce. We can't have it both ways, can we? Spring can't be far off though and this is the weekend we fast forward one hour to prepare. Even though I'll lose an hour, I do have a 3 day stretch off so it shouldn't be too much of a hardship to adjust. To celebrate the coming of more daylight, I set aside the drab blue yarn that's followed me all winter and went hunting for something bright to welcome this change.
Wouldn't you agree?