I do have more material lined up but this is something I've been wanting to do for a long time. I currently have 171 items in the junk section of my comments in box, this is 71 more than in my non junk section and though I blame my recent inactivity for this it would be nice if you could all keep writing! I have long wanted to review these junk comments. I do occasionally scan them to see if Justin or Giles have come back into the fold but no luck yet. But this doesn't mean there aren't some interesting comments that appear, even if they are from lunatics, scammers, phishers and weird blog targeting software (I assume, I can't imagine people are writing this nonsense).
Anyway, here goes...
Now, it seems a little bit of categorization may be in order here, as there are a lot of what I shall awkwardly call junkoments.
Junkomenters with real names.
Billy Hood
This junkoment from Mr Hood has lots of links attached but opens with the following text...
"pseudotuberculous hyphen cedar oxymandelic pyoperitonitis hyperpyrexial batrachoplasty mythopoeism"....
I assume this is to confuse the junk filtering software into thinking this is a legitimate comment from a reader with a strong interest in false tuberculosis in the cedar tree, a cedar tree already suffering with suppurative inflammation of the peritoneum and a nasty case of hypothetical pre-scientific human thought processes that lead to the creation of mythologies. Clearly this could have relevance to any allotmenteer with a plot big enough to grow cedars on. Or at least it could if TB was any sort of threat to non lungified organisms, which it isn't, thank god! I couldn't imagine anything worse than wandering around the allotment hearing occasional anonymous coughs from various trees in the process of inventing Jesus. This is a scary enough phenomena that I have discovered while walking, innocently, through fields of sheep. Yes, sheep cough in exactly the same way as humans. There is something very alarming about walking through a field, seemingly alone, only to hear somebody clearing their throat behind you. This has happened to me several times, most alarmingly while searching for the piddle bucket shed, and no matter how quickly you whirl round there is never anybody there. My reaction, after my heart beat normalized, was to make my own cough noise and pretend it was me all along. The other scary thing is the eyes shining back at one as the torch is scanned across the field, they are all watching you, secretly smirking in the darkness.
I realise I may be raising more questions than answers here so back to Billy Hood.
The links that were attached to Billy's comments will not be published by me for a number of reasons.
1. My blog is not here to advertise the sites of random junkometers who think they can hijack it for their own ends and to promote their own, no doubt, sordid websites.
2. They are all either dead or have been closed due to a terms of service violation (really wish I'd checked them before I started writing this.
3. My dinner is ready
More junk soon.