Had a troll try to break into this a-here inter-web thing, the web journal, web log, blog, or whatever these daily rants and raves are called.
I noticed a spike in the journal’s membership, and I checked it out – only to discover that it was “fished” and not in a fun way that involves live bait.
The upside is that the work involved to get the members’ email addresses is too much work. First time I’ve had to ban an IP address in a long while. The bad news is that this little blog was targeted.
Getting closer
And yet, it’s still not Scorpio time. Yet.
astrofish.net:
The hit counter shows one number, creeping up close to 200,000 “hits” in the last year. What was odd, late at night, I was toying with Amazon’s A9 search engine and I found the page rank for my site substantially higher than a number of other sites that all seem to be better placed.
Then, cruising through the actual web files, the raw numbers, none of it made sense. I’m sticking with that hit counter. It runs straight off the server so it’s tied directly to what the web server records. Straight up, no fiddling.
Books on tap?
Xmas time, and Mr. Christopher Moore is back, looks like with style, with The Stupidest Angel, and from the blurb, sounds like the town in – I think – Practical Demon Keeping. The world is a better place for decent satire and bizarre comedy.
Also on tap and in time for Xmas?
Coming soon! As seen on TV! FGS 2004.
File under the “the end is near”:
The end of the internet as we know it?
Another /. link:
A thread, Q&A from a good author, got me thinking since I was dealing book formats yesterday morning.
At the movies: Team America:
Team America (bad word!)
Which was a funny film, to me, and I appreciated being in an audience wherein most of the people laughed at the graphic violence, the graphic puppet sex, the sheer – way over the top – satire of it all. Liberal and conservative? Yeah, they all looked bad. Didn’t offend me in the least, but I have a sick and twisted sense of humor.
Stopped off for a quick Texpresso afterwards, and I kept repeating the refrain from the theme song. Not exactly a chick flick, but then, what can a viewer expect from the creators of South Park? It’s a couple of white, adolescent males, working with a fantasy budget, and yet, the venue – The Alamo (Village) – was perfect. Real (vintage) Thunderbirds were playing at the beginning. Puppets. Not much has changed.
I liked it. I liked it a lot. But then, they did manage to offend just about every race, color, creed, and the symbolism, such as it was, worked on several levels, blasting liberals and conservative alike.
Which might be part of the message in the first place. I don’t think those boys will ever work in Hollywood again. Not that it matters, I’m sure they can live off South Park reruns for the rest of their lives. Funkiest part? I wasn’t offended by any part of the movie. But then, it did appeal to my sick and twisted side. Highbrow, it ain’t.
