Quitting blogging is trendy OR Why no one cares about you
Listen, I don't know if you've noticed, but just a few years ago, no one knew about blogs or 'bloggin'. When I started my site (on blogger in the beta stages of what has now become the true bane of my very soul), it was about entertaining my friends. My buds, who were just as bored at work as I was, joined me. We wrote to make each other laugh. I never really gave a fuck what readers (that's you) cared or thought. We had a solid run. We started gaining readership and readers, who we abused regularly. We bought a domain, got new hosting software, and basically invented the "blogreview" (We nothing, it was all Maine.)
And things were good. We had 5 authors at our prime. 5 of my best friends. And they made me laugh daily, and in Elwood/Jason's (not JJ, for the uninitiated) case, sometimes 50 times a day. Man, that guy posted a lot. Eventually, we had to stop doing the QW! site. Basically, someone lost a job over it, and was then threatened to be blackballed by certain government organizations. So, when we quit, some of us branched into other sites.
Fast forward a few years. Now, it seems that everyone and their brother (including fucking characters from tv shows) have a blog. I imagine these individuals rushing home to blog their thoughts (which are, at most times, neither interesting nor entertaining), and show the world "just how special I am". I imagine them with smug little looks on their face as they spout out their "Mundane Ramblings On the Edge of Reality from a Crazy Girl/Guy On a Quest to Find Himself/Herself". (Did I miss any shitty blog titles? Come the fuck on, people) I imagine them fastidiously clicking the "Get Mail" button to see if anyone commented on their funny post about how people in the coffee line are really dumb and how Sheila, the bitch at the office, pissed off the wrong person today! I imagine all of this with clarity, constantly reminding myself that the world is full of fucking retarded, trite, ignorant, callous and decidedly petty people. Am I dismayed at this revelation? Not quite. Do I liken the blogging world to an adult High School? Fucking Absolutely.
Which brings me to today, on one hand, I can name at least 8 'die-hard' bloggers who have 'quit' blogging. Usually with some dramatic statement, indicating just how profound they really were. It is these people, who have renewed my dream of the End of Days. Am I a dick? Absolutely. But are you not entertained? Wait, let me put on my gladiator's costume and scream that, "ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!?!?!!?"
The thing I love about guys like JJ or Maine (from that QWMaine site) is that while they put a lot of effort into their "Insane Ponderings of A Girl in the City", they take it with a grain of salt. They're self-deprecating, and aware that their blog is just as stupid as any other, and not some Tome of Lore that will be mulled over by Bambridge Scholars.
But you see, that's what seperates the cream from the whey, as it were. These guys are truly like that. When we get together, we might talk about some existential theory on the true meaning of life (thanks, MaryJane!), but at the end of the day we know we're abso-fucking-lutely retarded and no one cares about what we think. Does it stop us from being ourselves? No. But we're not going to be winning any Nobel Peace Prizes anytime soon, either.
"So, Ev", you blithely ask, "What's your fucking point?" My point is merely this: No one cares about you, your life, or your blog. The only readers you ever really had, were most likely friends of yours (or friends of friends). Anyone else, just came to your site to get traffic, or spam ads for penis enlargement, free prescription medications, or games of Texas Hold'em. To quote Tyler Durden: "You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying matter as everything else. You are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world." Get the fuck over yourself.
Incidently, if you now hate me and want to tell me off, please feel free to do so. Just don't be surprised if I don't care.
The Churning is Under Attack

Comment spammers are silly fucks. For some reason, they've set their spambots to attack The Churning, even though Askimet cockblocks them every time. Usually, we get a dozen or so spam comments each week, but over the past three days we've snubbed more than a thousand dummy comments.
Being under attack sucks, but there's one positive spin to this story. Before this recent shitstorm, the spam around here had been deadly-dull. "Discount valium", "bargain viagra", "penis enlargement pills"... I was beginning to think spammers had no imagination. At least this time I was entertained. Check out a few snippets from recent spam comments. These are actual excerpts:
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Sexxxy! Thank you for piquing my interest, spammers. Now go home, insert a catheter into your tiny cock, and pour Drano into the tube.
Email Spam: How Far does the Rabbit Hole Go?
I've been getting some really strange email spam lately. These new emails don't contain the typical product descriptions and hyperlinks surrounded by surreal word combinations written with awful grammar. Instead, it's just a picture. That's it. One jpg.
And the strangest thing is there's no link and no contact info. If these idiots somehow managed to reach someone with actual interest in the product, there's no possible way for them to get a sale out of it. I realize the message was sent via email and yes you could try to reply. But who would waste their time? And would the email address even work?
Now on to the message... I'm going to paste it here just as it looked in my inbox, but I'm hiding it after the jump because it's sorta NSFW. It's tame, but you probably wouldn't want your boss to walk up behind you while you had it up on your screen.
Dear Friend Lets be Friends
Shirley's been getting some strange spam lately and I wanted to jump on the bandwagon. So I figured I should share this fucked up email I got last week.
I'm not even sure it's spam. There's no advertising involved or anything. In fact, don't even bother reading the whole thing. Just skim down to the part where I make fun of it.
From: kimberly_l2006@yahoo.com
Subject: Dear friend lets be friends because friends are like clothes without clothes one is nakedHello Dear,
I am a 30 year old single by name, Lujan Kimberly, a U.S.A Nationality from the New York City N.Y.C at present living and working here in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. I have brown/red hair, hazel eyes. I am LOOKING FOR A PAL so if that bothers you, sorry. I enjoy spending time with the right person, just getting to know more about them.
Am a cuddle bug. I like to just sit curled up somewhere, not necesarily in front of the T.V., just in your arms. Am an honest, sincere, kind hearted person, who has had a streak of bad luck in love lately.
Am hoping to finally find someone who will take my heart and treat it like it's made of glass. Am tired of being hurt. No more head games, and NO ONE THAT IS MEDICATED!!! No alcoholics either.
So if you think that you might be interested, just let me know. By contacting me through my pravite mail address which is, kimberly_lujan2006@newyork.com .What am looking for? I want a real lover, a coat and tie kind of person, who smells nice, and who would be a good start. I want the kind of person, who meant be so carring than I do.
I have high standards for myself. I'm fiercly loyal to my family and my job. I work with an N.G.O here in Montreal, Quebec, Canada with a recuitment organization. I'm kind, caring, and warm. I love to meet new people. I enjoy traveling and watching comedies. I also love a good romance. I believe first impressions are very important in any courtship.
Am looking for the one, who is ready for a young person like me, who knows what they wants. Am looking for a serious relationship as well. I'm ready to settle down. Also, Am a spiritual person. I attend mass quite frequently.So if you know that you are really intrested dont fail to contact me through my e-mail. kimberly_lujan2006@newyork.com .
Thanks
Sincerely Yours
Lujan Kimberly
Montreal, Quebec, Canada.
Dear Lujan,
Let's start from the top: You're an idiot.
You say you're "a 30 year old single by name, Lujan Kimberly, a U.S.A Nationality from the New York City N.Y.C." That makes no sense whatsoever. You barely speak English - or if you do speak English, you're half-retarded. Either way, you're not from New York City N.Y.C. you repetitive moron.
You say you're "LOOKING FOR A PAL." Well you're doing a great job so far. Everyone knows the best way to make friends is to randomly email total strangers.
You say you just want to be my pal, but you also say you're a "cuddle bug" who wants to "sit curled up" in my arms. Oh shit... Now I get it. You're a fucking cocktease.
Next up... "NO ONE THAT IS MEDICATED!!!" What the fuck is your problem, bitch? Some people need insulin. Others need Prozac. And every once in a while, some people need a little chiba. Then you ruin the whole letter with your next line: "No alcoholics either." Count me out, dummy.
And why did you send this email from kimberly_l2006@yahoo.com when you say your "pravite mail address... is, kimberly_lujan2006@newyork.com?" I'm not even going to call you out on the word "pravite," because the way I see it, that's a perfectly acceptable mistake for a bitchy, mentally challenged cocktease. But why do you have two email addresses? If you want me to reply to a certain email address, then you'd send the email from that address, stupid.
"What am [I] looking for? I want a real lover" Oh great. Here we go again. Another moron who asks herself questions.
"I want the kind of person, who meant be so carring than I do." Nothing I say could sufficiently illustrate how much I hate you and your awful grammar.
"I work with an N.G.O here in Montreal." For their sake, I hope they have top-notch copy editors.
"Am looking for the one, who is ready for a young person like me, who knows what they wants." Perfect. I know exactly what I want: For you to leave me the fuck alone.
Thank you for emailing me, Lujan. You've given me something to do for then next hour or so. I'll be subscribing you to every spam list I can find. Dumbass.
Regards,
JJ
Lost in Translation
Ever wondered what would happen if you went to a free translation website and translated a sentence to French... then translated the resulting sentence back to English... then to German... then back to English... then to Italian... then back to English... then to Portuguese... then back to English... then to Spanish... then finally back to English?
Well then try it - Duhhhhh... The Babelizer does this automatically.
