Damn spammers, Part II

The spammers must have noticed that I'm moderating the comments now. My blog actually has a great system for that: if it's the first time you leave a comment, it holds it until I've had a chance to approve it. If you have successfully left a comment in the past, then it will let you through without sending it by me first. That's great because it lets my buddies get through with no hassle, but still stops the spam.

The spammers must have noticed that their spam wasn't getting through any more, so they're trying a new method: spamming my guestbook. I'm glad SOMEONE is signing my guestbook (ahem), but that's not the kind of love I need. So now I have to moderate my guestbook too; all new entries have to go by me before they appear in the book.

End result: these bastards don't get to advertise their viagra or cialis. They haven't gained a thing. But they have succeeded in making life a little more difficult for me. Thank you, spammers.

What must their life be like?  How do they meet girls in bars?  "So what do you do for a living?"  "I spam people's web sites with ads for viagra."  How do they get up in the morning and look at themselves in the mirror?  These people are smart, creative, and determined.  Go be an IT guy, for God's sake!  They could be earning more and doing something honorable, but for some reason they don't.  I just don't understand how someone like that can live with themselves.