So I installed [tag]wp-spamassassin[/tag] last night after that bizarre [tag]trackback spam[/tag] episode, where I got over thirty trackback spams inside a couple hours, each of which had to be deleted one at a time. I haven’t gotten any more trackback spam since shortly after I installed the plugin, so I think it’s working (though there is also the possibility that they stopped all by themselves and moved onto someone else . . . ) Anyway, usually there are at least 10-20 [tag]comment spam[/tag] notifications in my inbox every morning, and this morning there were only 4. Cool, though I’d wished for none. Maybe it is working a bit.

BUT . . .

The notifications didn’t include a link to the comment admin where I could bulk spam ‘em or delete ‘em. Hmm. Why is that? OH SH+T! They’re not going into MODERATION!

Yup. The ones that make it through, despite the fact that according to my admin settings every one should have ended up in moderation for having more than 3 links and never being approved for commenting before, are getting posted directly to my blog. And since they’re “approved” comments I get to delete them one by one from either the dashboard or from the emails. THIS SUCKS. Which means that for however short a time these wankers are benefitting from me AND it takes me longer to get rid of 4 than it used to take me to get rid of 20.

I think it’s time to try something else . . . *sigh*

To all SPAMMERS out there– my grandma was a Gypsy and she taught me a thing or two. I hereby bestow on you the [tag]SPAMMER CURSE[/tag]!

May your penis (or other appropriate body part) shrivel and die when presented with an opportunity to boink Pamela Anderson or (insert sexual fantasy name of choice here), may your transmission fall out of the bottom of your car when travelling at uberspeed on the freeway through an awful neighborhood on the way to catch a plane for vacation and your cellphone battery be dead when trying to deal with it, resulting in the total stripping of your vehicle, may your 14 year old male child gooey up your valuable vintage pornography collection, may your soon-to-be-ex spouse succeed in hiring the most killer divorce attorney on the face of the planet while yours takes off to points offshore with your fee in his pocket, may your house be infested with bedbugs, may your roof spring a leak the day before the next hurricane, may the next oysters you eat be tainted and the resulting Montezuma’s Revenge make you miss that dream job interview, may your ecommerce website be hacked and the resulting stolen credit card number fiasco be blamed on you and get you jailtime, may your cellmate be named BUBBA (or appropriate female name), be double your size and of awesome strength, make the Marquise de Sade look like Walt Disney, and may he (or she) make you his (or her) love slave. Often. While the guards film it and make a fortune selling the video on the black market, said video ending up in the hands of everyone you know. Including your ex spouse and your mother.

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