Kat Johnston

Tag: spam

  • When I said I liked -some- Spam…

    Kat Johnston – oh look, another sketch. A crown of vines, this time, it would seem.

    I wasn’t meaning that 91 spam comments within a day would be a good thing. Quite to the contrary, I find it fairly annoying, as I sift, with hope, to see if there might be one genuine one in the lot that might have somehow been looked over by the ‘regular comments’ pile. I’ve changed my mind. I don’t like spam. Not even the fun kind, or at least not in quite such copious quantities.

    I think, perhaps, that it might be time for me to install a captcha (is that what it’s called?) device or something similar to stop automatic commenting – I swear that a good amount of it doesn’t come from any hits on the site, for the number of spam comments that come in on particular days actually exceeds the number of hits to the site. Have I been tagged somewhere as an easy target? Is there an automatic form set up in some place saying ‘enter your web address here, and we’ll spam all these little blogs with random, odd, and often annoying comments, some of which ‘look’ to be genuine’? I sincerely hope not, yet I have a feeling that it may be so.

    Ah well, each to their own, I suppose. I know for certain that anyone who actually reads my blog is unlikely to want most of the products and scams that these spammers are sending on to be linked to, though you never know, I suppose. I’m not going to let my google page-rank (low as it may be) suffer any further by allowing those links to grace my site. So stop! Please, for the love of cheese, take me off your blasted lists and let me slip by without the barrage of ‘free movies, free viagra, oh look, cheap t-shirts!’ What is a girl to do, I ask, what is a girl to do?

  • Sketch: Blue Love with a side of spam.

    Kat Johnston Sketch: a little girl, as usual with absolutely nothing to do with the text of this post. Surprise surprise.

    Last night I went to see Blue Love, now on at La Boite. I enjoyed it! It was an interesting blend of many different things, smushed together into something entirely fun, yet thought provoking. Arriving home, the hubby and I had a rather interesting conversation regarding Simon (a bit player in the play, as it were).

    Centred entirely around the concept of love the play takes stage with only one set, which does not change throughout its entirity. Simon, a stuffed dog (taxidermied – he’s very realistic!) forming part of the set, in no way involved with the action between the couple. He just sits there, his own little picture also beside the door of the ‘bedroom’, neither taking part in the drama laid out before us, nor shying away from it… he’s just… there.

    Anyhow, it was a great show. I must admit, I found it a little shakey to start off with (I tend to get a little concerned if there is bribery of beer and popcorn before the show has even begun!), but the moment Glenn opened his mouth to sing his first musical piece, the lights dimming and the room going silent, it had won my heart. My god, what a voice! Absolutely enchanting.

    It certainly isn’t a show for everyone, methinks. However, if the thought of a man naked, save for a bunch of grapes covering an essential area approaching a lovely elderly lady in the crowd, inviting her to pluck one from the bunch seems like fun, then you might want to check it out.

    And now for some interesting spam, links removed. I was talking about how I liked spam like this the other day, and now I’ve gotten some – yayyyy! Be prepared for some grammatically incorrect, rather garbled nonsense:

    Franciscans held colonize the they will ogre ancestry skull loose agreement with way her could hope and makes such eagerness around this the honey concept has watching when fulfill their was needed was already would reverse had struck search them language and goblin romance had managed this must liked about  conspiracy and foolish passing would break sad about pretend her and mat her dimples like another attractive and the double himself into daddy will fed the flung her somewhere where through and then brought invisible horse the desk flaccid soul them jealous that mattered recessive malady deepened and merwoman did came may ask wipe out for the can come hand touched the finger for good yet decided threw them dragonfly and harpies were she let and when must help yet she uncertain species and climbed and they the realization immediately the suddenly interested newly separated their travel had said condemn mushy horse trotted said expansively might chose return randomly life seems swear.

  • Sketch: Giraffes, mudcake, the colour of magic and how I met your mother.

    Kat Johnston Sketch – it’s a giraffe. It’s a tall giraffe. With, uhhh, a long neck. Yay!

    Quite a title today – consider it somewhat of a stream of consciousness. It has little meaning beyond what was flowing through my head in that particular instant. Giraffes, because that is what the picture is today, mudcake, because that is what Emma had earlier today to fight off horrid back pain, The Colour of Magic because that is the dvd I have beside me right now, and How I Met Your Mother because… well… it sounded like a good way to round it off. Oh, and it’s also a good series.

    I’m going to write a little about an opening I went to the other night soon, but I’m going to save that for another day. I’m feeling a bit flagged right now, and quite well know that my writing can tend to suffer a little when that is the case. Therefore I’m just going to write like this – one word after the other until I am done.

    My spam-catcher has now caught over 1000 spam messages for me here on the blog – over a thousand! That really just boggles my mind just the tiniest bit. The more annoying thing, I think, is that the spam messages coming through at the moment are really rather boring. I don’t mind spam, so long as it is somewhat interesting, and these ones are not.

    ‘Great blog, I really like how you write’ doesn’t quite stand up to some of the fantastic ones out there which flow like some sort of odd surrealist automatic-writing exercise with a few links thrown in for good measure. I absolutely love that spam! I know that might seem like an odd thing to say, but it’s true. Screw the ‘here’s a nice default message with a link to my site’, I want spam with guts to it, where one line says ‘piano walnut lessons in viagra playgrounds give johnnie liked tennis with a side of peanut butter’ and the next says something entirely different – where one word doesn’t necessarily have any actual relation to the next.

    So anyhow, yes. That’s all. This is an entirely pointless post with no real reasoning behind it, written so that there is something on the site, in order that I don’t lapse in posting something on this particular day. Because I’ve not been the greatest about posting every day recently – every other day seems to be little problem, but every actual day sometimes gets to be somewhat of a chore. And it feels as if I’m writing to myself. Am I? Hello? Is anybody out there? Maybe I’m going mad… oh no…