Every now and then I take a break from reporting on my glamorous life as a librarian and mother to provide what I like to call some Useful Life Content. Behold, my spam folder!
Today’s first selection tries to compliment me, but instead settles for saying I’m “good(!!!!)”. Gee, thanks! Then I’m called a master. Incidentally, this comment was attempting to attach itself to a post about boobs. I may not be rich and famous, but I am a master of boobs. (My boobs, anyway.)
Oh, and check out the email. I have no choice but to personally blame Madonna.
These next comments are special because they are about me. Specifically. They were on my “About” page and are supposedly in reference to my bio. Let’s read them, shall we?
I wonder if I can put “useful informations” on a resume. Or is that more of a life skill?
Damn. Maybe I need to update my photo? I’m a lady, and I have lady-text.
Oh, BURN! It suggests my bio could be a bit more accurate. I guess it was a matter of time before a spam comment called me to remark on the skeletons in my closet.
I love that this spam comment tries to take responsibility for itself. It’s a Miracle! (Scam!).
I’m really flattered to have brought a new spin on a topic that has been written about for years: my life. Basically, this spam comment is calling me O-L-D. I guess I should just be grateful it doesn’t read: You put a brand new spin on a topic that has been written about for YEARS and YEARS and YEARS and YEARS and YEARS!
And now for the most elusive spam comment ever. Few people have ever seen this comment, and I have the only known photo of its existence:
Is this comment real? Is it a myth? You decide.