comment verification enabled

after getting a gazillion viagra and plaxo comments, I realized it was time to turn on comment verification. I am most blue about this. I don't know why it bothers me so much. could be the cold medicine. maybe I'm a big ol' overly sensitive whoremoan at the mineee.

am I pms'ng?! if I am, I know mister mister will be most pleased.

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yournamehere said…
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
5:00 PM
Writeprocrastinator said…
Stinkers from the foul pitts of Viagrium!
8:47 PM
Eric Riback said…
I had an early spam comment when I started mhy first blog and did this back then. A minor inconvenience and more important now that there is a great increase in non-email spam. At my work we have an online form that is getting spammed. I'm not sure how this all benefits the spammers. I guess if you click on the links...

BUT - even though I have word verification, I got a spam comment this week. If they figure out how to beat this system all is lost.
8:59 PM
Mister Mxyzptlk said…
Indeed I am pleased, and if it makes you horny, you'll be glad to know I have quite a stockpile of Viagra. Someone has to answer those spams!
9:01 PM
Anonymous said…
nice to see ya, mullet boy.
7:39 PM
Anonymous said…
eric, what is your favorite spam to date? mine is christian mortgage brokers.
7:40 PM
Anonymous said…
ah, my three and five dimensional friend strikes twice.
7:41 PM
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