I am dedicating this week's Quick Takes to my 7 favorite "spam" comments posted on my blog. These comments are automatically blocked from public view, and probably give your computer a deadly virus if you click them. Luckily, Blogger saves these comments for me in a "spam" folder so I can peruse them at my leisure, and share them with you now.
"I all the time used to study piece of writing in news papers but now as I am a user of net therefore from now I am using net for content, thanks to web."
There is a thought in there somewhere. I am sure of it. Just keep using net for content and studying piece of writing in news papers. You'll get there.
"San Francisco Fays? I suggest you learn our language, as, to best of my knowledge, there is no word Fay. What stereotypical thinking you have. You must be quite boring individual. Have look at my web blog. Zachary Lee."
Zach... can I call you Zach? I will try to learn your language. Is there a Rosetta Stone for Engrish? Seriously, though, I appreciate the constructive criticism. I will especially take to heart the part about San Francisco Fays. Or I would, if I knew what you could possibly be talking about.
"Awesome. The awesomest post! I have got much clear idea regarding from this paragraph."
That's funny, I have got a much less clear idea regarding from your paragraph.
"Its enormous paragraph about education and entirely defined. Keep it up all the time."
This kind of reads like a poorly written and incoherent rap lyric.
"Hey there! Do you know if they make any plugins to protect against hackers? I'm kind paranoid about losing everything I've worked hard on. Any tips? Click here."
He who smelt it, dealt it. You can't fool me, hacker.
"Its like you read my mind! You appear to know so much about this, like you wrote the book in it or something. I think that you can do with a few pics to drive the message home a bit, but instead of that this is a great blog. An excellent read. I will certainly be back. Look at my weblog."
This comment was in response to a post where I discuss being so sick with clostridium difficile that I couldn't even make it to the bathroom. With this in mind, are you trying to tell me that I sound like I wrote the book on soiling one's bedsheets? Furthermore, you want pictures to drive the message home? Well, okay. You are one sick puppy.
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