Friday, October 9th, 2015 -( 8˚C / 48˚F Grey, damp, threatening rain @ 2:07 pm in Atlantic Canada )- Today would have been John Lennon’s 75th Birthday.
— The committee put in an appearance this morning. We don’t have any oats yet, I tossed out a couple pieces of bread. -Didn’t see them come find and eat them, they were busy up closer to our neighbours’ feeding station. But when I just checked – somebody got the bread.
— It looks like somebody else tried to sign up for something with a close variation of my name on gmail. This one’s in Massachusetts.
— In an interview on CBC One this morning. Three First Nations people, each supporting one of the ‘three leading contenders’ for prime minister in the election on the 19th – They were asked about issues important to First Nations people, and if they thought of felt that the three parties were paying enough attention to First Nations People and their issues.
— One person said she believed that Tom Mulcair was the only party leader paying attention to First Nations. Another person believed that Justin Trudeau’s promise of making higher education more accessible to everybody earned his vote and one guy from Saskatoon actually liked the Conservatives, believing their propaganda about wanting to lower taxes.
— Sigh, I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck.
— Dreamed Cousin Glenn picked up and read something I was writing and really liked it- He drove us somewhere, we stopped in an out of the way diner where the waitress was peddling herself for extra money. My sister Sharon was there with her kids, and they were between the ages of six and fifteen (?) There was also a young girl there who might have been a friend of my sister’s boys. The waitress covered herself with a table cloth and began catering to my cousin and his slightly beligerant friend. I was sitting at another table with my sister, thinking about what I might say if the waitress approached me as a customer – ( “Nope – sorry – I don’t have any little blue pills with me?” ) And I was hoping the kids wouldn’t be able to figure out what was going on at the other table and/or why the waitress had crawled under the table with a table cloth draped over her back, head and shoulders.
— Then a weird buzz woke me up. I’m pretty sure that Moe, the cat, heard it too, he looked like he was wondering what had made that noise. I told Cathi about the buzz and she wondered if somebody had called her cell phone. She checked it out as she got ready for work and if somebody had called her they probably realized they’d dialed a wrong number and hung up after one buzz.
— I sat down to write some more, add to one of the novels I have going, and felt like I was being bombarded by weird radiation from the computer monitor – radiation that was designed to confuse and distract and disorient me so I couldn’t concentrate enough to write anything. Then I got distracted by more interviews on the radio.
— When I woke up the computer I was facing the “Sorry – Firefox blew up again – “screen and when I restarted Firefox I was staring at a page that told me that this blog still had 1,234 spam comments that the spam filter hadn’t gone back and deleted like it said it would.
— So I spent something like an hour deleting spam comments and emptying trash.
— There was only one comment in the file that might have looked like its author was a human being but it could have been a pre-written form thing in which a clever little routine inserted the name of the blog and the page or article the comment had latched on to and could have been applied to any page or posting on any blog in the English language, where-as most of the spam is mis-spelled and has words that might have been mis-translated from some other language. Most of them claimed their web sites were variations on “Cheap Stylish Brand Name” Schnarr like Ray-Ban sunglasses or Air Jordan Running Shoes.
— Made me wonder why the people behind those robotic ‘comments’ do what they do. Are they so desperate for money that they spend all the time and effort to program that doo doo and then push return and hope that one or two out of a million blogs the robots find actually allow their nonsense to get through and then maybe if so many bored or curious readers click on their links they might get a penny or two for every hundred clicks?
— Or is it more insidious? Is there hidden malware in their links? – hidden in some kind of control characters that are invisible to almost every browser?
— Ehhh ? Am I better off just plain giving up on the human race, figuring that they’re a bunch of evil greedy beligerant ice holes out to exploit each other?
— Naaaaa –.
— I’ll just go lay down and try to catch up on the sleep I lost a long time ago –,