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Spam Report: September 2012

This month has been an exciting one for spam, including a few real people getting caught in the filters and more racial slurs than usual (I just delete those). Here are some highlights:

On my post about Jeremy Messersmith and his Supper Club Tour:

Silver account writes:

Now that is something to cry for because that is a disgrace, a national disgrace, and we haven’t done enough, obviously — this administration hasn’t done enough to cure that. Whatever interest they have is not strong enough, and I think possibly now it may be time for somebody else to come along and solve the problem.

You’re so right, Silver account! If only more politicians read my blog, they would see that what people really care about is hipster musicians from Minneapolis! My inability to attend the Supper Club Tour is probably the deciding issue in this election.

On my post making fun of wedding dresses:

Leather beds writes:

Well crafted post, well researched and useful for me in the future.

I hope you mean for when you are a ninja bride!!

Wedding gift ideas asks:

In Firefox – How to open in new tab automatically when I click a bookmark?

Either right click and select “open in new tab” or hold down the ctrl key while you click!

What? Even spambots have information needs sometimes and it’s my sworn librarian duty to help anyone in their knowledge quest, even if they’re obnoxious or not technically real.

As always, last month’s spam post got a lot of attention:

bigcat writes:

Aw, this was a really nice post. In thought I wish to put in writing like this additionally – taking time and precise effort to make an excellent article… however what can I say… I procrastinate alot and not at all seem to get something done.

Thanks, bigcat! I always appreciate fan mail! Unfortunately, not everyone agrees with you:

Greatest writes:

Hi, I just wanted to mention, you��re dead wrong. Your article doesn��t make any sense.

I’m sorry you feel that way, Greatest. Responding to the demographic with which I’m most popular–spambots–makes perfect sense to me, and if that makes me dead wrong, then I don’t want to be right.

At first the comments on Banned Books Week 2012 seemed perfectly normal.

Efron Zableski writes:

After the raccons made my moms life a living nightmare she decided to call Master Trapper and get rid of her irritating problem.

Wow, you spambots seem to have as much trouble with raccoons as you do spelling.

Then things took a worrying turn:

Keenan Casburn:

I went to STD testing and they did a great job!

Le haire:

Call STD Testing for all your peace of mind.

Sarina Carmona:

STD Testing is something I recommend to all of my friends. I feel it is very important to stay safe and be aware!

I mean… I also agree that it’s important to be safe and aware, spambots, but… what are you trying to tell me?

But this was nothing compared to the insult that was to come. Usually I don’t let the trolls or haters bother me, even when they claim that my blog has given them cancer or that I’m working with a porn-pushing librarian cabal, but this one really hit me where I live:

nemme Ian writes:

naturally like your web-site but you need to take a look at the spelling on several of your posts. Several of them are rife with spelling problems and I in finding it very troublesome to tell the reality however I¡¦ll surely come again again.

WHY, nemme Ian? WHY must you say these hurtful things to me????

Another worrying, though less personally insulting, development on this same post, was my discovery that spambots have gained at least semi-sentience:

zilp writes:

I have read far more of those than I expected.You souhld do that first series because I want to know if I souhld read it. You souhld do Perks of Being a Wallflower because I want to see what pictures you would draw for it. You souhld do Catcher in the Rye ONLY if you hated it as much as me and will give it a horrible review, otherwise do something else. Maybe an adult book because you haven’t done any of those? Maybe Tweak because I think it is FAR FAR more inappropriate, and poorly written, and ban worthy (if I believed in banning books) than most of the things on the list.

I stared at this for awhile, trying to decide if it was a real person with terrible spelling and reading comprehension skills, or a surprisingly sophisticated spambot. Maybe the missing link between the two? Eventually the spammy-looking link attached to the name swayed me into putting it in the spam report, but that preliminary decision could be reversed at any time with new evidence. Comment again, zlip, so I can solve this mystery! Please! For science!

Also, I’ve already reviewed the Perks of Being a Wallflower and I don’t know what pictures you’re talking about.

More spambots seemed unusually on target for the Banned Books Week: Notebook Girls post, although without zilp’s human-passing skillz:

Silver price writes:

The world was just so unlike anything. There’s this mix of science fiction but yet most of the world feelings like you are feeling like it’s something straight out of Amish country. The hierarchy of the Luddites and the Reduced/Posts was so fascinating. The descriptions. ALL OF IT. I could picture the estate and the surrounding scenes of nature. It was written so phenomenally — one of those books where the world starts swirling off the pages and begins to be a motion picture in my mind. There were some things I wished were explained a little better about the world and I thought at the end I wasn’t so sure how Eliot completely reconciled what she learned about Kai so quickly but I got over that just fine.

Nice try, Silver price, but you’ve spammed my blog way too many times before to convince me that you are real. Also, you seem to be rambling about a completely different book, but props for realizing my post was a book review. Better luck next time.

Finally, besides some words from the author(!!), my Banned Books Week: My mom is having a baby post gained some good spam reviews:

good articles writes:

You are my inhalation , I possess few web logs and occasionally run out from to post .

I’m not really sure what “you are my inhalation” means, but my gut tells me it’s a come on. Thanks, good articles, I’m flattered, but I’m not ready to break society’s taboo on spambot-human relationships yet. Plus, I’m married.

And also:

first years wave stroller crimson:

naturally like your web site however you need to check the spelling on several of your posts. Many of them are rife with spelling problems and I to find it very bothersome to tell the reality however I will certainly come back again.

Sigh. See you next month.

Previously: August 2012 Report

Second Grade Journal: Cracking the Code

I was going to give you the July Spam Report today, but then I found something even more amazing and misspelled! That’s right, Spambots, you still have roughly 2 hours of July left to wow me before I write Friday’s post!

When they came to help me move, my parents brought a bunch of stuff of mine that was still hanging around their house, including a box of my old journals. Since I’d already transcribed these, I didn’t bother looking at them very closely, although I was pleased to be able to read about how “LISA IS A BUTT!” in the original gel pen. However!! Today I noticed one hiding amongst them that I definitely didn’t remember transcribing:

I was wondering about my terrible taste in cover art when I noticed the “Fairfax County Public Schools” logo in the bottom right

That’s right, team, this is my second grade journal!! Careful detective work has led me to believe that keeping one was a school assignment, because some of the entries are obviously written from prompts. There are 33 of them, mostly less than a page, between September 8th, 1994 and January 11th, 1995. January 12th, I discovered from reading the last entry, was the day I left school to move to Florida and immediately stopped writing since it was no longer required.

The most striking thing about these entries is how difficult they are to decipher:

Handwriting and spelling combine into a perfect storm of illegibility

So I thought it would be a fun game to give you badly spelled excerpts from my journal and see if you can figure out what I’m talking about. Ready?

Sept. 19, 1994. We went to a prak. The prak had a maz and a salid and sam tiers and sam swe’s and makey brs.

At first I thought I might be talking about a kind of salad. This next one kind of borders on the philosophical/emo in a weird way:

Sept. 21, 1994. I like my class room. thaee is a fox he is mie favirt. He is string at me like sad but happy at the sama time. He make’s me tinek of all the times I was happy.

Clearly I anticipated the ermahgerd meme by a number of years. Here’s a challenge:

Oct. 3, 1994. Yestr day I went to chr. I had kamiyin with my friad.

Also, super elementary school drama!!!!

Nov. 28, 1994. Today Gady is rejndoutid from my friend list!!!! Vaneli is now my 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, and 12 frined. Not that I evr had a 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, and 12 frined’s anyway. and reading this is none of your beeswaks Gady

I think I mean “Gabby”. Still, tense stuff. But nothing compared to December, 5th, 1994. The worst day of my lief.

Dec. 5, 1994. Today is the worst day of my lief. Frist we were going to the Daskaverwe Zone but it was in’t open. Second I found a very petty rock and I call’d Vaneli and on the phone I said I found a crystal so she came down and said it was stupid. Third my mom got mad when my new shert got full of mud and I did’t know why it was there. fourth I got lock’d in thomas toyboxs for a long time and I got hot. fifth here I am doing my homewrok when I don’t want to.

I stand by this assessment. Discovery Zone is closed, no one appreciates my cool rock, I’m hot and muddy AND doing homework? Def the worst day of my life so far. Good call on that, 7-year-old Patricia.

My journal ends thusly:

Jan. 11, 1995. Tomrrw is my last day of school… My mom mand me serll for breakfst. She was sapost to put suger in it but she put salt in it.

Except not quite. Turn a few blank pages and you find, in carefully practiced cursive:

Feb. 9, 1997. I have lived in Florida for two years. Sarah is my best friend here. I’m in fourth grade. I’m an all A student!

Thanks for the update, 9-year-old Patricia.I bet my Second Grade Journal was really wondering how you’ve been.

Answers (that I can figure out) to this exciting activity after the cut: Read the rest of this entry »

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