Mood: Pissed.
Music: Friday I'm in Love, The Cure
Game: World of Warcrack. (Rogue 58)
Book: The Name of the Rose, Umberto Eco.
Muffin: None! They were closed this morning!
Punchline: "It depends on if we can get the Union pricks off our backs and if those assholes at Home Depot ever deliver the fucking sheetrock!"
OK...starting yesterday afternoon, some prick decided to release a spambot against my blog.
I have no idea what makes my blog such an attractive target to these morons...I really don't. But it pisses me off to no end. I don't like spending my bandwidth on some asshole who somehow believes hijacking my site to post, no shit, 50 links to a site about online poker will somehow get him traffic from here. I refuse to allow these people to steal my bandwidth, and pester all of you.
Consequently, until I sort out a little quirk that seems to prevent registration/validation of users to work, I have shut off comments.
It really pisses me off that I have to do this...because, frankly, I love getting comments from all of you. But I cannot spend hours cleaning these spam entries out of my comment log. So until this guy has stopped, or I've figured out a way to keep this guy away from my blog, I'll just have to rely on you commenting to me in other ways.
In other annoying news, Gary Bettman will be getting on a podium at 1pm (about 10-15 minutes!) to announce the future of the NHL season. Frankly, I am not going to buy season tickets again any time soon, and while I will go to whatever hockey they play this season, IF they play hockey this season, because it is hockey, and that's good enough....
But they definitely destroyed any good will I had, and frankly, between Bettman, what the Dolans have done to NY sports, Glen Fucking Sather, the generally poor performance/hockey, and trading Brian Leetch, they are certainly making it VERY hard to be a Rangers fan. Let's be honest...if Messier decides to retire rather than come back, I may well just sell my tickets for whatever little I can get for them, and sit at home, lamenting what the NHL used to be.
Anyway, the press conference is about to start, and while I'm at work, I think I want to go get some lunch. There is no truth to the rumor that I am heading to the Westin New York with a rifle.