I had 42 comments that I’d collected in my handy-dandy spam filter (thanks to Akismet) and decided that was the magic number which would prompt me to look through them and delete the ones that truly are just junk.

The only thing worse than getting spammed is finding yourself wishing that it was a real person telling you, “Great topic! Definitely going to check back for more posts!” or “Love the blog! Will add to my RSS!” only to find that it was sent by missexxxypantzz@hotsexynastyphilippines.net.

Bastards.

Having to scrape off those Internet barnacles from the beautiful, shiny, hull of my Goodship LisaTimmons.com is bad enough without finding myself wishing they were real.

On another note completely, I can hear my neighbors playing pool downstairs while they rock out to what appears to be some easy listening jazz. This confirms my suspicion that I will never want to move out of this building.