Spamalot
As much as I enjoy being told how I can enlarge various parts of my body for $19.99, that I’ve won the lottery in the Netherlands, and that a time share in Papua New Guinea is waiting for me, after spending today deleting many spam comments on 37days, I’ve decided that for the moment, I need to turn on the happy "moderate comments" function to reduce the number of spammy love notes, those wonderful offers of such grand and glorious proportion that I feel utterly inadequate to their very possibility.And so, if you want to leave a comment on 37days, and I wish you would because I love getting mail particularly on those days when I’m feeling insignificant, this new approach won’t change how you do that – except that your comment will go through an elaborate (yet quick) screening process before being posted so we all won’t be sold little blue pills in ad infinitum.
Don’t worry – the screeners are quite nice (a Ph.D. candidate in nuclear physics, a police chief from a small Southern town, a poet who speaks solely in iambic pentameter, a lovely potter who specializes in horse hair raku, and a mailman from Liechtenstein or Wittgenstein, I can never remember which) and they are remarkably efficient unless they are fighting over semantics or whether Adriana will come back to life on the season finale of The Sopranos or the sheer meaning of life, so your comment will be winging its way onto the site before you can say "Billy Collins" or a similar four-syllable phrase of your own choosing.