Fun fact: I have actually been having a Spam and eggs sandwich for breakfast almost every morning for the past week or so. With a slice or two of pepper jack cheese. Yum.
Comment: “kinda wierd” — Re: Recovery Disks
I posted my Tech Support for Friends series on Reddit, and this was the only one that got a response. I’m not sure if she was referring to my site, or to the continuing headdesk adventures of That One Guy.
Comment: “Please keep thoriwng these posts up they help tons.” — Re: Qualify
It should come as a surprise to no one that I do, indeed, produce content for this site by vomiting.
Comment: “I have to share something.About 2 years ago in the early Spring. I was deep aeeslp when I heard the sound of an Owl hooting out our bedroom window.It was so loud and so close and constant that it woke me immediately. I thought it might be perched upon our porch it sounded so dern close. I got up and went to the window to peek through the blinds.Upon my peek, my everso tiniest of a peek the owl flew off into the late Spring night. He appeared to be perched out at the tree by our mailbox.But upon its flight, instantaneously though out the entire house, came a breeze through all the windows, lifting all the curtains.I cannot help but think that owl was calling to me. How the heck did he see me peek through my window blind! He had to be watching and waiting! Thus, I can seriously relate to your image and post today! Happy Valentines!” — Re: Wash a Car
When I first read this comment in the spam folder, I felt bad. It’s a cute little story and has an owl in it, just like the photo on that page, and I thought, “Oh, this was a real comment from a real person and it got flagged as spam and I missed it.” Then I realized (a) that it’s in the middle of a series of spam comments from people using Facebook pages as their URLs, and (b) “Happy Valentines!” But I still love the story, and the little affectations that are sprinkled throughout: “so dern close,” “everso tiniest,” “Owl” with a capital O. Owls are wonderful, even to spammers.
Comment: “Hi Dave,Wauw, really very nice pics. Very sharp also which i like. I know its very hard mniakg nice photo’s of kids (i try it a lot!)To bad i live in Curacao otherwise i would have asked you to picture my twins. Good work!Greetings from Curacao, sis of Bart, Son’s Auntie” — Re: Sudden Memory
Wait, so you’re Bart’s sister, so that makes you the Auntie of…his son? Or mine? Or somebody else’s? Wait, I don’t have a son. In fact, I’m not Dave. And I don’t photograph kids. But you’re in Curacao, so good for you.
Comment: “Okay I’m convinced. Let’s put it to acotin.” — Re: Houseguest
There’s nothing especially interesting or funny about this little misspelled spam comment. However, out of curiosity, I Googled “acotin” and found this (on eBay). It was apparently a popular painkiller in the early part of the last century, but its primary ingredient was phenacetin, which we now know to be carcinogenic. It also contained atropine, which is an alkaloid derived from deadly nightshade. So you’ll die, but you’ll die without a headache. Anyway, thank you, spammer, for leading me down this interesting little Wikipedia rabbit hole.
