In honor, and eager anticipation of the opening of SPAM-A-LOT I’ve decided to highlight some of the spam I see on my website every day. With over 530 blog entries, I have only 165 approved, and legitimate (mostly)comments in my blog. Fortunately I have a bunch of security set up because, I shit you not, my security has blocked, since this summer, 13,507 malicious or questionable login attempts, and 42,708 malicious or Spam comments!
In all I see this as a disastrous change for the city. Those who live in the city, it doesn’t impact nearly as much as the population who doesn’t live in the city. With a city center of about 350,000 people, and a surrounding population closer to 700,000, it’s an imbalance that this policy doesn’t solve, or even address, but assured, a tremendous amount of the revenues generated by businesses in Buffalo come from suburban residents, and much of it after 5:00PM.
The concept of that things will change based on a random location of the Earth in its orbit around the Sun seems kind of silly, doesn’t it? Aside from financial expectations created by the government, and banking institutions, what truly changes on January 1st? Not much. So don’t look for resolutions here. I’m going to continue on my personal growth paths, and do my best to keep myself in line with what I am trying to achieve.
Maybe that’s a Buffalo thing? Always rebuilding but never quite getting there. The city, the economy, the sports teams, our lives.
Maybe it’s time to seek new destinations…
High jinks was a popular 18th century drinking game in Scotland. The game involved throwing a die, and if the caster got a bad score, they had to choose between drinking more alcohol or performing an undignified task.
How the world can break under the weight of sorrow, but is a pain that is worth owning if only for the moments of love, and the risk spent in having love, and embracing the moments.
It’s not a war on Christmas, it’s a battle against obligations, and expectations. And those obligations, and expectations seem to increase every year.
Twitter on the other hand has become something I’m digging into deeper these days. I guess I go in cycles with that.
If your car is dark gray, and mostly covered in snow, congratulations! Your car is perfectly camouflaged for the environment you’re driving in, and could be nearly invisible to other drivers! Please turn on your lights. You’re not doing yourself any favors driving in stealth mode.
It is hard to comprehend nothing when you have lived, and experienced so much. Our memories are a footprint in the sand that we don’t want to see washed away. The love we share, we don’t want to know that those we give it to will somehow be without it. We don’t want to be forgotten by the people that we love, or the legacies that we leave. We want to know what happens. We want to see where this crazy humanity thing goes.