The Liquor Talking

It’s Friday, March 12, 2010 and I am trying to figure out what it was about my March 3rd blog that attracted a record amount of comment spam.

I can usually count on 10 – 12 comment spams a day. I don’t usually approve the comments in general, choosing instead to roll them into the Wednesday Reader Mail. So, they queue up until Wednesday morning when I delve into the mail bag. The entry titled “Cardboard Roses” got 63 spam comments, all from Russia. Apparently, people in Russia think my readers are gambling fiends who want to save a bundle on prescription medications while earning their degree at home.

In local news, a new steaming pile of emails have emerged in the ongoing saga of the Yellowstone county attorney and a former employee.

As much as I’d like to see Paxinos standing behind a “Will work for food” sign, I rather hate to see this thing being “tried” in the Billings Gazoo. I’m reading these emails and thinking; There’s more to this that we’re not seeing… But that’s the price we pay for living in a town with only one newspaper. With no one competing with them, they only have to get it some right.

In other news, there are sometimes customers that I develop an intense dislike for. Today seems to be a day when they all decided to call. They’re just lucky it’s Friday. If they pulled this crap on a Monday, there’d be hell to pay.

In other news, we get to wear jeans every day for the rest of the month because our “OMA” (regional organization) beat all the sales projections. Looks like canning Gary and that other yahoo is paying off. Anyway, since the acting VP can’t give us dough (yet) he decided to let us wear jeans for the rest of the month. Now I have that song “Baby Got Her Blue Jeans On” in my head all week, not just on Fridays.

In other news, I can’t seem to hold a linear thought for more than a couple minutes. I’ve restarted this particular blog four times today and still can’t seem to get anywhere with it. I feel like the whole week has gone this way. I have however asked more than 100 random strangers; “Are you a filthy communist heathen?” Most either are ashamed to admit it or don’t like the question and clicked by me. Three admitted to being filthy communist heathens. One was Swiss, one French and one was Russian. The “Russian” said the Russian commies will join forces with North Korea and take over the world.

Good luck with that, Ivan.

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In other news, I have thwarted Lynette’s nefarious plan. Be advised, if anyone gives you a packet of this stuff:

They are trying to hose you. This is supposed to be some all-natural energy drink mix. Since they couldn’t come up with anything that would boost your energy, this stuff works by assaulting your taste buds in a way that brings you to full mental alertness with an indescribably horrible taste.

Seriously, I have tasted stuff from all over the world and have never put such a vile substance in contact with my taste buds. It does however work. After but one sip, I was up and out of my chair and spraying Windex on my tongue. I now must come up with a suitable revenge. But be warned, this tastes like what I imagine spoiled turpentine to tastes like.

In other news, seems my nephew didn’t care for the alterations I made to his FaceBook picture yesterday. One more try:

So another short one. However, a glorious weekend is creeping up on us at a glacial pace. Since the weather is supposed to be nice, I’ll be cleaning up the yard. Everyone have a pleasant and safe weekend. Hopefully come Monday, I’ll have my brain functioning again and can deliver the mental treats you’ve come to expect.

Oh, still no decision on where we’ll dine Saturday evening. The wife is working tonight, so we’ll go out Saturday. I’m open to suggestions.