WDP — It’s a Toss-Up

Daily writing prompt
Who do you spend the most time with?

I would say, in terms of waking hours, it’s a toss-up between my wife and you all. Well, by “you all” I mean my fellow WordPress bloggers. And that’s because I use my iPhone for my blogging and for other things (like news feeds, sports scores, etc.). I can spend time together with my wife and and with all of you due to being with you on my iPhone, primarily on WordPress.

How? Let’s say my wife is at the kitchen table working on her crossword puzzles, Sudoku, and Word Jumble and I’m sitting across from her on my iPhone going through the Reader — reading posts that you have published.

Or she is on the couch watching The Property Brothers on HGTV and I’m sitting next to her on my iPhone tapping out a new blog post or commenting on your posts.

See? We are together — you, me, and my wife. She is doing her thing, I’m doing mine, and you’re doing your thing. Together.

And that, my friends, is the benefit of blogging on your smartphone.

MLMM Friday Faithfuls — Bokep, Memek, and Friends

For this week’s Mindlovemysery’s Menagerie Friday Faithfuls challenge, Jim Adams asks us to respond by writing about whether we are getting a lot of spam recently, or why we think spammers do what they do, or why they persist when they are blocked and nobody will ever see what they wrote.

There have been times when I was getting hundreds of spam comments a day and did mass deletes without checking for legit comments that might have gotten swept into the Akismet spam collection net. And then there have been times when no spam was coming in, as I mentioned in this post from last September.

Recently, though, I’ve been inundated with spam comments from Bokep, Memek, and friends. I have been going through my spam at least daily and have been copying and pasting the names and variations of Bokep, Memek, and friends into my blocked commenters listing under the Discussion settings.

It’s 9:30 am where I live and I just checked my spam and trash folders. I had 5 spam comments and 3 trash comments. Of the 5 spam comments, one was legit. Of the 4 remaining spam comments, two were from supertotobet and one each from matadorbet and fixbet. Excuse me while I add those names to my blocked commenters list.

I’m back! Of the three trash comments, two were from tipobet and one was from bethand. They’ve all been permanently deleted. I’ll probably check again tonight to see if I got anymore spam or trash comments today.

Jim also asked why we think spammers do this when it’s so obvious that they are junk comments. I have no idea. Maybe they have data that shows that some small percentage of people will be drawn in and respond to their comments or visit their websites. Maybe a lot of people bought Pomeranian puppies or paid to get into some keto diet program.

But how Bokep, Memek, and friends get anything from inundating bloggers like Jim Adams and me with spam comments, I’ll never fathom.

It’s now 11:10 am my time and I just checked. No new spam or trash comments. Booyah!

Friday Fictioneers — It’s What?

“What is it?” he asked
“It’s a work of art,” she said.
“But what does it do? Does it hold flowers like a vase or do you use it to pour drinks like a pitcher?”
“No, it just sits there and looks pretty.”
“Looks pretty? Where did you get it?”
“At the antique shop in town.”
“Is it an antique?”
“I don’t know.”
“How much?”
“$150.”
“You paid $150 for not a vase, not a pitcher, and not an antique? Are you crazy?”
“It caught my eye and I liked it so I bought it. And it looks pretty.”

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Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Roger Bultot.

Fibbing Friday — Medieval Times

Di (aka Pensitivity101) hosts Fibbing Friday, a silly little exercise where we are to write a post with our answers to the ten questions below. But as the title suggests, truth is not an option. The idea is to fib a little, a lot, tell whoppers, and be inventive, silly, or even outrageous, in our responses. For this week’s Fibbing Friday, Di looks to Willow for the questions.

1. What is a codpiece? A piece of fish often breaded and fried and served with French fries (i.e., fish and chips).
2. What is a doublet? A pair of singlets.
3. Who wears the hose? The drag queen.
4. What is a gauntlet? A chalice-like vessel in which beer is served.
5. What’s kept in the moat? Motor boats.
6. Where is the portcullis? It’s between the stomach and the duodenum.
7. Who wealds the battle axe? The one who wears the hose.
8. Where is the draw bridge? Between the paint bridge and the sketch bridge.
9. What is a catapult? It’s wherever the pet cat chooses to pee and poop. Also known as a litter box.
10. What is a flagon? It’s the morning celebration at military bases when the flag is raised up the flagpole. At night it’s called a flagoff.

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — June 7th

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about it? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Flashback Friday post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on any day this past year and link to that post in a comment.


This was originally posted on June 7,2018.

#writephoto — Tales From the Crypt

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The tour guide explained how these catacombs were once used as dungeons where the king would house enemies of the state and the skeletal remains on display are the actual bones of some of the prisoners.

“Oh, if these bones could talk,” Becky heard an eerie voice say in a hushed whisper.

“Did you hear that?” she said to her twin brother.

“Hear what?” Ben asked.

“Never mind,” Becky said, guessing her sometimes overactive imagination was getting the best of her.

The tour guide led the group to the next display, and as Becky was about to follow, she heard, “The tales they would tell.”

Becky ran up to Ben, who was a few steps ahead of her. “Ben, wait,” she said.

“What now?” Ben asked.

“I know you’re going to think I’m crazy, but that skeleton,” she said, pointing to the one they had just passed, “was talking to me.”

“Did you hit the bong before we came on this tour?” Ben asked.

“No, Ben, I’m serious,” Becky said. “It was talking to me, telling me of the tales it could tell if it could talk.”

And then Ben heard the soft, eerie voice. “Oh, if only these bones could talk,” followed by, “The tales they would tell.”

“Holy shit,” he said, grabbing his sister’s hand and pulling her as they ran to catch up with the rest of the tour. When they reached the group, they heard hysterical laughing coming from behind them. The tour guide walked over to them, shaking her head. “I’m so sorry,” she said. Then she called down the hall to the area from which they heard the voice. “Henri, you must stop doing this!”

Ben and Becky looked at one another and back at the tour guide. “My ten-year-old brother, he is such an imp.” she explained. “He hides behind the crypt and then plays his tape recorder to make people think the skeleton is talking. But,” she added, “he only does it to people he likes.”


Written for today’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent.