Virginia Is For Families

It looks like a cool and crispy morning outside with bright sunlight. Nice. And it must be time to get up because there is a big Waste MANAGEMENT truck down the street slamming some stuff around. You can hear it echoing down the other end of the street. BAM!! BAM!! BAM BAM!!! These guys start off their day with a great deal of enthusiasm and I am sure the nice weather is contributing to their desire to make sure every last bit of trash is being extricated from the large container they are turning upside down. BAMMMMM!! Usually we don’t have this problem because we don’t have a McDonald’s Restaurant on our road. Thank the Lord. But many of the homes in this area are being torn down because the land is so valuable or old homes are being added onto in a way that dwarfs the original unit.

So we have lots of different sounds early in the morning. “HEY, CHARLIE, DO YOU REMEMBER WHERE I PUT MY DRILL?

So I’m up and ruminating about blogging issues. I tend to obsess about these things. Right now I am concerned about my new lens. It takes wide angled shots which is nice but if you take shots of buildings they tend to look like an earthquake happened earlier in the day. BAM!! KERLBABLAM .RUMBLE. AAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Well enough of that. The other thing is that constant bugabooo COMMENTS. I read about how people are always on the lookout for spam type comments. “Nice post”. That type of thing. The only problem being that unless I get really wound up like I am right now I tend to be a man of few words. Beth will tell you about that. So when I go somewhere and comment you are possibly going to get “Nice post” in a way that is most sincere and follows a period of time where I pored over your post with great rapture.

Maybe I should start being more descriptive. “I read your post and am never going to be the same again. When can I fly out and see you in order to share my experience of your post in greater detail? ” Now isn’t that awful? I can be such a sarcastic fool.

But we are what we are and I just don’t have that much to say unless something gets me going. BLAM!!!!!!!!!

People like to give reasons why they don’t post.

“I forgot what I was going to say”.

“Somebody else already made my comment”.

“My dog ate my computer” and so forth.

My excuse is “I don’t want to be confused with a spammer!!”

Sound good? Alright then.

And my last issue this morning has to do with Akismet. I just deleted the absolute worst piece of obnoxious spam that has ever appeared in the western world. It started off with “You can have all this A** for free!” and went downhill from there. Now why can’t Akismet just go ahead and delete that right off the bat? Why does it need my help? This stuff is so depressing. And why do they think I need free A**? All they have to do is read my profile and they will see that I am happily married. I have all the free A** that I could ever want! And top quality too! That’s why I wanted to sleep late this morning and started bouncing around when I heard the first big BAM!

BAM!

Maybe I need to hire Waste MANAGEMENT to come in here and clean things up. BAM! on your head, Mr. Spammer and may you find yourself in the bottom of a trash container very soon.