After reading my last post, and then noticing that most of my last half-dozen or so posts all lean in a somewhat negative direction, I’ve decided to officially abandon this blog until further notice. My mother once told me “if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” I think she was being somewhat sarcastic at the time, but I also think that there’s some truth to it that’s relevant here. If the only thing I’m going to use this blog for is complaining, then there’s little point to it. You can find any number of complaints elsewhere; there’s no need for me to add to the vast amount of complaining going on in the world these days. The original idea was to use this blog to tell my family and friends what I’m up to, and it’s clearly not serving that purpose since I put much more into email to family and friends than I put here. It’s never been in my nature to keep a diary, despite many attempts at many times throughout my life, and a blog is more or less the same thing, made public. It’s even less in my nature to keep a public diary.
The spambots have found this blog and have started using the commenting mechanism to exploit it for their own use. After taking a brief look at the advice in the WordPress documentation for dealing with such annoyances, I’ve disabled the commenting mechanism altogether. It wasn’t getting much use anyway–which is understandable, since this blog itself doesn’t get much use–and my enthusiasm for trying to deal with comment spam in a less heavy-handed way was completely dampened by the following passage from the documentation:
A man enters a bar and orders a drink. The bar has a robot bartender.
The robot serves him a perfectly prepared cocktail, and then asks him, “What’s your IQ?”
The man replies “150”
The robot proceeds to make conversation about global warming factors, quantum physics and spirituality, biomimicry, environmental interconnectedness, string theory, nano-technology, and sexual proclivities.
The customer is very impressed and thinks, “This is really cool.” He decides to test the robot He walks out of the bar, turns around, and comes back in for another drink. Again, the robot serves him the perfectly prepared drink and asks him, “What’s your IQ?”