I’ve been doing this internet thing for a while now, and sometimes I really wonder why any of us still bother. I spent some 2+ hours tonight clearing 200 TRACKBACK spams off my website. No thanks, I don’t want online texas holdem or phetermine or whatever the drug of the week is. I certainly don’t want your scams being advertised off my bandwidth.

I remember why I gave up web development, back ‘94, ‘95ish…..this java thing just boded bad things for the internet. Not that porn is a bad thing, but how many web princess site designers with the taste of a french whore for colors do we really need? A few less than there are out there. Not sure how it comes about, but when it comes to the internet, I almost think I’ve turned into a misogynist. Lord knows my one year old nephew could design better crap than half the stuff being turned out by “professionals”.

And do we really need this much spam? Out of 50ish emails a day, less than 10 are actual email. Things like this almost make me agree with internet tax, so long as its applied to the sender. I’d love to see them being charged more for making me deal with this crap than they could possiblely make by sending it, but I know that’s a pipe dream. Class action suits against spammers for all!

And to top it all off, after a long day, working at running the internet for these shmucks, I get to come home, having been kicked out of work despite much to do, just because its my birthday (can we shut the internet down for a few hours to celebrate?) to spend 1.5 hours in traffic in the rain on the 101 only to find out the SO ate 10 minutes earlier because I didn’t hear my phone ringing and so he didn’t realize I was stuck in traffic….and continue on through a rather non-eventful evening up to finally crawling into bed at 3 am after catching up on some of the crap (like blogging) that I never have time for since I’m always working to discover that the cats really don’t like the new electric litterbox and decided to be sure I realize that with a present on my side of the bed (that I find by smell after climbing in (no it wasn’t a solid present, no squishing allowed))

So, an hour, a bath and some laundry later I’m sleeping on the couch for what little time I have left til I get woken up to start the meeting cycle again in the morning. yay, fun, happy birthday to me. I should go find that alcohol now.

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