I’m not sure who "they" are, but they’ve definitely found me.
Recently, I’ll go to my TypePad page in the morning and see that I’ve got a bunch of new comments, which are meat and drink–nay, the very nectar of life–to most bloggers. But when I look at the comments themselves they’re mostly nonsense, except that each contains the url for a site having nothing to do, trust me, with gardening.
These are a step down from the generic comments left by businesses. Some say nothing at all; some contain inane compliments like “Good site!” One said something along the lines of “I don’t know what to say except I really enjoy this blog.” Gee, thanks. (That one came twice.)
Almost better are the total nonsense ones: “Zane remained made sleep did spit little human face invoked” is one of my favorites. I dunno, maybe this is the latest greatest thing in modern poetry, and I’ve just dumped it, I’ve killed modern poetry! Oh well.
Anyway, something had to be done. Loyal readers and frequent commenters, all both of you, will notice that I have added a capcha feature, so you have to jump through an extra hoop to comment.
Believe me, putting a barrier between those eager to participate in a conversation and the means to do so goes against the grain. If I could find those sons of guns, they’d hear a thing or two.
But the snowdrops are finally blooming, and it’s supposed to be in the sixties today. The hell with revenge; I’m going out to the garden.