I’ve Stopped Taking Out The . . . SPAM October 18, 2013
Posted by nrhatch in Blogging, Humor.comments closed
Until a few days ago, I checked my SPAM folder once or twice a day, released any real cyber friends trapped in Akismet’s filter, and emptied the remaining detritus into the large cyber waste can in the . . .
Hmm . . . to be truthful, I don’t know where SPAM goes to die. Let’s just say the cyber sky. It’s sounds classier than the cyber crapper.
Although I do like this image of a SPAM Treatment Facility:
My S.O.P. changed this week when SLTW became a virtual breeding grounds for all manner of SPAM comment. Either SPAM comments are having a cyber convention or they’ve started to multiply like mosquitoes.
Two mornings ago, after emptying the filter of 60 pieces of SPAM, I returned 2 hours later to find 30 pieces waiting for me.
I scanned through two pages of platitudes to ensure that no one I knew had landed in the SPAM dungeon. Noting no familiar faces or avatars, I flushed.
Three hours later, 40 messages loitered in the filter. Same process. WHOOSH.
Two hours later, 60 messages languished. Quick review. Goodbye to you.
A few hours later, 80 messages stagnating in the filter. Review. Flush.
When I returned to find 100 messages clogging up the Akismet filter, I did this:
Well, not really.
I did this:
NOT! Putting on the gloves to duke it out with invisible parasites is a recipe for frustration. It’s like engaging gnats in hand to wing combat.
So, instead of doing more, I did less. Because sometimes less is more. I started flushing messages without the standard review and “toodle-ooh.”
Instead, I gave them a different send off message:
Despite the change in protocol, unctuous messages continued to surface as fast as I could flush them.
At that point, I stopped flushing the SPAMMER SLAMMER.
Instead of continuing to engage in battle with unseen cyber pests, I turned my attention to more pressing matters, like this:
Let them think they won the war. What do I care? They’re stuck in there in close proximity to one another. I’m out here, enjoying the fresh air.
Aah . . . that’s better!
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