spamattack!

comment spammers have brought my (brandon’s) server to it’s knees. If you can’t comment that’s why. Sorry about that folks; we’re working on it. I dunno if we finally did the right thing or if the spammers just gave up and ran, but this finally calmed down. I do NOT get what they think they’re […]

comment spammers have brought my (brandon’s) server to it’s knees. If you can’t comment that’s why. Sorry about that folks; we’re working on it.


I dunno if we finally did the right thing or if the spammers just gave up and ran, but this finally calmed down.

I do NOT get what they think they’re achiving. We all have nofollows on our links and most of us restrict who can post, so they’re spending cycles attacking the world, spending effort (and often using illegal resources).

And for what? To annoy us so mch we eventually find a way to cut them off. Unless they’re in the business of selling more security software and hardware, they’re not getting dick from this.

So it’s hard not to see it as malice, you know? Malice or stupidity. I’ll admit stupidity is the easy answer, but malice is just somehow more satisfying.

This caps a day where I struggled all morning to over-come a hangover and to write; the hangover I beat, the writing though, I never did, instead spending my day moderating domestic mayhem and cooking all afternoon. I shopped, did laundry, and while ideas floated through the back of my skull, they never stuck long enough to get down on paper or keyboard.

At least my kitchen smells of fresh turkey stock, which tomorrow should become asparagus soup, or possible tortilla soup; and I finished the day with little tequila while Papa Christo played guitar in my living room.

Days that end peafully are a good thing. I need them on almost all days ending in ‘y’.

11 thoughts on “spamattack!”

  1. Hmmm… Just think..

    If all the time and energy that was was put into reaking havoc was actually devoted to producing something positive.. we’d all be in a better place.

    Damn.. where did THAT come from???? Must be the post-menstral hormones!!

  2. Almost nuthin’s easier to make, DN. Roast turkey carcass, plus whatever bones I have from other birds, onions, carrots, celery, fresh parsley if i got it (stems only if you want to stop it getting a bit green, but I dont care about that), or other herbs to taste, salt, peppercorns. Simmer all day, then strain, reduce, and freeze. Reduce the hell out of it for best storage, though it darkens when you do this so if you want a light stock, do it less, or more slowly.

    It’s a soul-satisfying thing, making stock. And you can use anything, even bones from supermarket whole roast chickens. Save up the bones in the freezer ’til you get a potfull.

  3. I’d say concentrate it way way down, then reconstitute it. Of course, the best chicken broth I ever made was a super dark rich brown (out of chicken!) that I’d use as an ice cube mixed with about 4 cups of water to use it.
    I should make some broth. Turkey and beef. 2 batches. Yeah. Time to cook again…

  4. Glad you defeated your demons, baby.

    I like my days to end peafully too. 🙂

    And you are way more than just a purty body to me. I’m sure you know that.

  5. I dunno about defeating the demons, aag. Demons have a way of spawning faster than one can slay them. But then that’s a whole ‘nother kinda demon.

  6. I caught the culprit, finally, last night.

    I had met the enemy, and he was me. The naughty database was my own video dump, which had piled up a HUGE mass of statistics that was making mysql seriously pissed off. The problem was, every time I logged in, it *looked* like m’sphere’s recurrent comment-spammers were behind it. They haven’t gone away, y’see, but at the same time, they haven’t bypassed our most recent security modifications, either. All good in the hood now, though. System loads are resting comfortably under saturation.

    /mea culpa

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