Heaneyland!

Can I insure my eyes against the possibility of ever being forced to watch "Shanghai Surprise" again?

Rose and I haven't yet installed the Movable Type plug-in that blocks spamments, partly because we're lazy, and partly because the inconvenience hasn't been particularly great so far: one or two junk posts here and there, two or three times a week. And there are benefits to the situation. There's the satisfaction of banning the spammers' IP addresses, for instance.

Yesterday, though, I got bombed with almost twenty spamments. Deleting them was tedious, but reading them was...kind of entertaining. But before I go on, some background for those without blogs, who don't ever see such comments, because we bloggers delete them all right away.

There are various approaches to posting spam comments. Some people lamely attempt to camouflage them as real comments ("Nice site!", with a link to a fetish site for people who are turned on by Java pop-up windows); others post straight advertisements; some plagiarize random text from somewhere on the web and hotlink some of the words to point to their pages. The comments I got yesterday were variations on the last type. The main difference was that the plagiarized text had also had some words replaced with various medical products, causing it all to read rather a lot like a Mark Leyner infomercial script:

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I have absolutely no idea what the source of that could be. Probably it's a bunch of unrelated sentences and clauses strung together. Searching on "His insured eyes" on Amazon (using their new feature which lets you search on the full text of books) turns up only one response, and somehow I don't think it's correct.

Posted by Francis at 06:17 AM