So OK, I haven’t been back on the blog train for a few years so this is probably old hat for everyone else, but in the month or two that I’ve been doing this I’ve got 927 pieces of spam and 3 actual comments from real people.
I thought this bit of ornate prose that somehow got through the Akismet filter was amusing:
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Some random bit of spam
followed by a couple of links to sites on the net.
So that was lovely.
Speaking of spam, I was once flagged as the porn king of a commercialised government department. They had recently installed some kind of automatic spam filter, and I had emailed[*] around an amusing image which I doubt I’ll ever be able to find again, but oh my google, here it is:
So anyway the pinkish background was flagged by this robot as being “flesh-toned” and therefore sent straight to the filth folder, triggering an email alert, which as it happened included the image as an attachment. What with this being the government, this was also flagged by the robot as being spam, was sent straight to the filth folder, triggering another email, and so on. So somehow this thing managed to ratchet up my porn count by a couple of orders of magnitude before anyone thought about shutting it down, which made for an interesting chat with my supervisor at the time.
[*]: You’ll have to excuse the dated humour, but this is before the days when people would just put photos of cats up on facebook, thereby getting around the still hilarious inability to use the word ‘pussy’ in an email.