Perhaps it was when the ed-i-tor started handing out authorizations in the name of fighting SPAM.
Now God-knows-who-all has the master keys.
Perhaps those cuckoo clocks we thought had moved on to torment other comments sections in the known blogiverse came back as hackers?
(The trouble maker and the one who had everybody fooled. Bingo!)
Lately, if I post a comment, it appears on the cover page as if with the iconic wool capped paperboy calling out "EXTRA!!!" Some days, over and over again.
I swear it's not me. I'd suspect someone who knows how to pump multiples of views and rates into their own "work," if I were willing to entertain a little paranoia. More likely, it's a hiccup that happens when the comment posting goes to that now all too familiar errors page. Or, gadzooks, a virus on the OS server. I mean a virus over and above the open door policy to sports comma porn comma "D.O.S." trippers.
And, to make my participation in this community even more challenging, those comments are being regurgitated, and I choose words carefully on occasion, at the victim's end.
I'm offering the following to all I have unintentionally bombarded with average comments, not worthy of multiples. And a little somethin' for you, Jake.


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What a waste of a once-beautiful site.
Should any music be needed for the skit, Barney and John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt have it right here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78QYCvgybZM
You heard something?
Mine has always been a waste of perfectly good non sequitur so perhaps that's the secret source for my affinities here. OS is my comfort zone, I guess.
I can't even hop a bus from the Metro. How would I do all that joining and re-joining? And where would my four savvy readers know to look for me?
I could go on...in fact I already have. May I send you to a shameless plug for earlier work here? The gimmick is reason enough to hear a resounding "no," but one may always sustain a smidgeon of hope.
http://open.salon.com/blog/stacey_youdin/2012/10/27/a_true_test_of_friendship
It's what I process when I hear "Readers' Picks" and "Our Salon."
I'm content to remain closer to the actual fraction I am with the rest of the world's population that this place endeavors so forcefully to maintain for me.
Well, Schmidt indeed, I'll see your Barney and raise you two Earnest Tubbs: "Thanks, thanks a lot."
I believe I have the "oy vapors." (A contest with his Tink-ness. Don't ask.)
Which is a roundabout way of saying "thanks!"
What I am "just sayin" is what I just said.
Only I said it like Jack Black.
There IS a Tao.
Playoffs are coming soon. Fantasy gOOgle is at a fever pitch.
Wait, this just in: "nakededidity" AND Tuesday double points. Booyah!