Spamtabulous

Pushthepulldoor.com is under attack. Apparently, I've become the target of one or more determined spammers.

Every day this month, I've gotten anywhere from 20 to 120 spam comments. They're all nonsensical gibberish, and always addressed from either Betty, Iris, Jennifer, James or Jessica. What started as a spam trickle has turned into a raging river. They're starting to come in so fast that as soon as I delete them, more have already taken their place. In fact, I just wiped out almost two hundred of them, and already see another six or seven that have materialized just in the time that I've been purging them.

The messages are probably randomized text, and read similar to the following actual examples:

the circle. The difficulties, accordingly, which the Bank of England, which camouflage wedding dresses withdraws no portion of the annual produce from the neat revenue of the

and...

to cultivate all its lands, and to manufacture in the completest manner the music lyrics of shepherds and that of hunters whom the same extent of equally

and...

paper money it can never exceed the quantity which the circulation of the maps destinations be at least equally large. so that, without any further care or attention,

The messages seem to come in waves, with all of the messages for a day or two containing similar language (for example, I got about a hundred that had the phrase "wedding dresses" in them, and before that, a hundred or so with the phrase "music lyrics"). I honestly have no clue how spamming like this is supposed to work, as there aren't any links in any of the comments. Maybe movable type is stripping out some html that would at least provide a reason for the messages.

Anyway, I keep marking them as spam, but with the Captcha software turned off, there's nothing to stop these guys from continually wasting my bandwidth with their nonsense. So, I'm going to have to make some technical changes to my site to prevent their comments. While I'm in there, I may also make some changes to the design/organization, which I feel has gotten stale and uninteresting.

Yeah, I need more timewasters like I need a hole in the head. But that's the funny thing about hobbies--they steal hours and minutes like the Hamburglar devours Big Macs.

Robble Robble.