I am sorry about my little spam joke. I will never do it again.
In my defense, it wasn’t a real spam. It didn’t get mailed to millions of people. I wasn’t really selling any pills that would give people ‘happy pants’. It was just a comment made to look a little like spam. I think they call that ‘satire’… or ‘parody’… or maybe sarcasm… or irony…
I call it humor. But if it makes you angry, I once again humbly apologize, and I will never do it again. I will, no doubt, do other stupid stuff. But I will try to keep my shenanigans from getting out of hand. And I will not involve other people. Because that was unfair.
To all of you out there who tried to help my while I was fighting to keep my blog from being shut down, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Not being able to blog for three or four days made me realize how much you all mean to me.
Next time I have a stupid idea like this, tell me to knock it off.
Pouring My Art Out 
I’m just thankful I’m so far behind in reading blogs I came too late to this party! When you have as much influence as you do, you have to be careful about what you tell people to do!
I will try to use the power only for good.
You mean I can get into trouble with that little suggestion you made and to this day I still think it was a harmless bit of fun with that said did you come to this concussion all on your very own, mite you been asked by others?
All I can say is you should never listen to me.
Ditto.
Well if we can’t listen to each other it puts us in sort of a funny situation here…
I’m so glad everything is okay! Big welcome-back hugs!
Thanks. I was going a little stir crazy there.
I understand!
I knew you would.
Hey! Welcome back 🙂
I was actually very concerned for you as I figure your head is liable to explode with all the things swimming about in without being able to put them up here.
(Joe pulls up a chair and puffs on a pipe…) I think we can all take a minute to reflect on this and learn something from this episode…I got a little slapped wrist from my support to get you back and has caused much soul searching. I looked deep inside myself (moved away all the gross slimy bits) and thought long and hard. What have I been doing with my life? Things need to change.
Starting with controlling my melodramatic tendencies. 😉
You had me worried for a minute there. I thought I was going to get a stern comeuppance. Or perhaps even a spanking.
Nah! 🙂
Oh well.
Blogging should be a fun release from life’s crap. Carry on as you were!
Well it should be…
I tell I have been very annoyed the last couple of days and I don’t like to be annoyed. I calmed down and dealt with it in the only way I know how
Booze?
Nope, with silliness. You’ll see when you catch up form your missing days
I am playing ketchup… uh… catch up… as we speak.
Wait… I am at the top of my unread post pile. Did I miss something?
I posted today, it’s a bit cryptic though
Let me go back and see what I missed.
I dont know you well enough to say “behave”. I just started following you and would not be happy to see no more posts.
You know him as well as you’ll ever need to.Chastise away. You’ll come to rue the day you typed that last sentence.
Don’t be like that.
I have learned my lesson, which may well be the first time that ever happened… but thanks.
Sadly I have not annoyed word press enough to end up in their ‘jail’. Tell me did you learn to play “nobody know’s” on the harmonica while self accompanying in a stunning deep baritone?
I had to shiv a guy who tried to steal my bunk. And I can now crack a safe.
Actually you shanked him with a shiv. Shank can also be a noun describing a type of shiv. But the act itself is to shank, to be shanked, to have been shanked, shall have been shanked, etc. Don’t ask me how I have this intimate knowledge of institutional violence.
Okay… I would be willing to bet that I have spent a lot more time behind bars than you, but I bow to your superior knowledge.
And in bars no doubt.
I have led something of a colorful life…
Ha. And I can say “ha” because I know what it feels like. It happened to me too 🙂
You could say ha anyway.
Ha 🙂
see
Yes indeed it did. I hope you did download and archive some of the more important things like we talked about, especially in P2M. They can be an arbitrary bunch. Did they ever give a logical reason? Was it over that photo?
They just said it was a computer generated spam filter. Depending on words or things embedded in pictures or videos, you can probably have a good idea of what may set you off for flagging.
Looking forward to your next post. You seem to be “in between” right now, not as prolific as in the past. Are you not as compelled to write as you once were or is time becoming more restrictive? I worry about you when you go silent. Of course, it may all be a natural part of the process with this style of blogging. When the initiator becomes subdued, the need for blog therapy diminishes. It can be demanding to blog and we all become so much a part of one another’s lives it can be difficult, if not impossible, to just stop. When both you and Art got boinged by WP I was really worried about loosing touch and not being able to find you..Some folks have public emails and some do not.
We are the oppressed ones!!!
I write when I have something to say. Some topics come easy (one week) while others feel like I’m stuck and need more time. My computer broke last week, so I had to find a different method to post. There are more ways to be “stuck”, I guess. I think the things I WANT to write about I’m not mature enough to write about yet…lol…maybe I should just have a humor blog like Art. In July we are at the beach house for three weeks, so I’m not sure how that will change things. Instead of holding on tight, I’m trying to go with the flow. That usually means less time spent writing. How is that for a hijack?!
That is more like a lowjack… ’cause now I am all depressed.
I know right? It’s the skitzo game. I win.
I think that would be schizo… as in schizoid behavior…
Ummm…nice spelling. Very nice. Ummmm….better than my spelling nice…I’m not used to being caught with my plunger in the toilet like this…its so embarrassing…
That better not be a euphemism… HA!!!
Well, that showed Miss Smarty Pants. She’s probably wearing those white shorty shorts again. They seem to make her feel superior.
She wears them whilst kickboxing. It gives her an edge.
Better put that shovel down and stop digging. That hole’s getting pretty deep. She’ll have you in it a be kicking dirt on top of you and I won’t be here to tie her to a tree with those pigtails.
She will whale the living crap out of me… ha… I said whale…
Second the motion. All in favor, “Aye!” Motion passed. Hiddinsight diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, and justifiably so. Her meds now, please, Nurse Ratched.
Oh… this will not end well…
But I get to bail on it on go help my son move to his new place. Gird your loins, bucko. You’re in for a bumpy ride in the captain’s seat flying solo.
I will try to live up to the hype.
She may be asleep in her lair and peace will reign over the land. Or not.
I will sneak in and steal a golden cup. What could go wrong?
Uh, yeah. You go ahead and I’ll wait out here and guard the entrance.
It is only dangerous for those who live in the towns surrounding the mountain. They call that collateral damage. We get a nice cup out of the deal, so who cares?
But someone with the word ‘user’ right in their name should not be too quick to offer to pass out meds. Speaking of your name, how come I can’t click on you and get taken to a blog? I feel like this is a very one way relationship.
Why do all that work when I can just hijack yours?
I guess you have a point there.
I’ll give a more serious response later. No time now. I did not find a public email on your page. Is there one. I think you have access to mine, but not sure since I am not a WP client.
People have managed to find my email somehow. But I don’t know how. I don’t really want to post it.
Didn’t expect you too. Just wanted you to know there are times when I don’t want to fill a blog comment with off-topic stuff (as if we don’t already) and with stuff I don’t want that openly public. Hiddinsight used to wonder about my lack of openness and desire for privacy.when it came to personal stuff. You already have more stuff out there than I would ever put up. I usually try to confine that stuff to email, if I talk about it at all. Interestingly, it is stuff I might talk about any other time, but I hesitate to put it in print. I am especially hesitant with a medium that is almost entirely devoid of any visual or auditory context with which to evaluate the comment.
I am too much of an open book. My wife has gotten pissed about that. And so has WordPress.
It’s not that hard. Someone did it to me, sort of. They got very close, but not quite there. It was close enough that I went ahead and opened up to them because what they actually found was a link to my son and not me. They thought I was my son and trying to pass for someone different. I didn’t want him inadvertently drug into my life so I set them straight. I won’t tell you exactly how they did it here. It would be like the CIA tipping terrorist on how they do their job. It was way to simple though. I could probably do it to you but won’t.
I don’t mind getting emails. I just don’t know how to give them to some people and not everybody.
p.s.
you lose…
I wasn’t actually playing. I can’t lose.
If I say you are then you are, and you can, and you did.
Yudda man, Arthur. Go alpha on her. It’s the only thing she respects. She’s a closet submissive.
You are living in a dream world. The day of the submissive woman is long gone.
Trust me. It ain’t so.
If you say so…
Then take your skates, stick, and puck and go home. I would say helmet but your way to competitive and b*llsy to wear one. 😛
She’s a better man than I am, Gunga Din!
I have to admit, there are times when beating and flaying her has an appeal. She can be frustrating at times, unlike you and me.
Well we are just so kind and reasonable and patient and decent and downright charming.
Got to go now. Later.
chow
On my way…!
Wow… straight to pouting without a stop and anger… what is happening?
Not like her at all. Watch your flank. That was way to easy. She’s not that big a creampuff. Sleep with one eye open tonight.
I always do… and is it ever red.
Uh oh. Let’s not be hasty now. It’s a small neighborhood and this is the only playground in it. Art and I can promise to play nice, can’t we Art. (Hands behind your back and cross your fingers, Art.. Don’t let her see.) We can give you a version of the Red Green men’s club pledge. “We’re men, and we can change…if we have to….we guess.”
Lord knows, I can’t cha-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-nge… oh… wait… that was Freebird… I can change… sure I can.
Starting to worry here, Doc Brown.
It’s all groovy.
Thus proving my point.
Point and match.
This is a person who could not play poker with matchsticks. There would have to be coin of the realm involved or no fun for her. WAAAAY to competitive ALLLLL the time. Not a graceful loser either. Or graceful winner for that matter. Merciless in victory.
If she was a man, I would say she was compensating for some for under-endowment. She would also drive a huge pickup truck that was jacked up and might even have a pair of fake testicles dangling from the rear tow hitch ball.
Excuse me while I go check the driveway for my truck. It may be stolen.
uh oh…
Be careful what you say Arthur or she may be sporting a trophy set of real ones hanging of that cherished Mini Cooper and you’ll be singing soprano.
If she wants mine, she will have to talk to my wife… because… never mind.
They are only symbolic anyway. They don’t realize that they have no real power after atrophy sets in. I suspect more women have them hanging off trucks than men, with a license plate that reads “HIS” with an arrow pointing down.
I refuse to look at it that way.
You?
She breaches, Starbuck!
Don’t play it coy. You KNOW I’m not talking about me, Miss “I win!”
She is a slippery eel.
I am just making a point.
Yes, it was entirely pointy.
Are you talking about my head? Because I can’t help that.
No I wasn’t talking about your head. I can’t even see your head.
Okay then.
And you will both notice Forehead’s does not come to a point. A much deeper gene pool than a nameless few.
Having a low, flat caveman brow is hardly something to brag about… HA!!!
It does keep the sun out of my eyes though and I don’t have to run around day and night with a silly pair of sunglasses on hiding a unibrow that looks like something Milo O’shea, Larry Hagman of Andy Rooney would sport.
Hey… I don’t have a unibrow.
And see how she turns us against one another once again?
Have you been rehabilitated?
Glad to see you again!
Thanks. I am now a reformed criminal mastermind in the sale and distribution of ‘happy pants’ pills.
Send me a sign up sheet please
I will tell you a secret. They are really just small tablets of laundry fabric softener. They do make your pants happy. But that is about it.
Soft is good
ummm… soft pants are happy pants…?
Only second to no pants…
Well there you go.
Dang it.
Next time I’m going to have to think of an even more evil plan to keep you off the air.
Mwahaha.
MwahahaHA
MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Glad it got sorted, PMAO!
Thank you so much for the support… and no doubt I will come up with my own plan to get myself in trouble soon enough. That’s what I do.
I read that comment of yours, though now I can’t remember on whose blog or on what post (I had a shit week last week that included a 60-hour work week and 1,100 miles of driving, so I think I’m lucky I remember reading that comment at all). Anywhooo, I laughed at it. Sorry you got trouble for it.
Oh. Oops. I really should stop reading in reverse chronological order. I saw a “spam” comment left on someone’s blog, but I just saw your post on spam comments. I’m guessing the trouble was from the post not the comment? I’m easily confused…going to get coffee now.
I still am not sure what my trouble was caused by. It got flagged by some kind of robot search thing that goes around looking for spam. I feel like I was attacked by a terminator robot. I am going to be good… for a while.
It isn’t the first time my jokes have gotten me into trouble. But thanks for caring.
We missed you, Arthur. Actually I was a little surprised just how much we missed you. You’re that pesky cricket that chirps, chirps, chirps until one day you can’t take it anymore and you drag your couch away from the wall and hunt that sucker down and squish it with your shoe…and then you realize that the place is now way too quiet. Or something.
ummmm… I have never been called that particular insect before… thanks…?
Well, there are worse ones to be. 🙂 And you’re in good company. Jiminy cricket dresses well, and he sings.
You know he’s not real, right?
Shhhhh…you’ll hurt his feelings.
What’s he gonna do? He is like 3 inches tall.
Never underestimate the element of surprise.
I guess he could poke me in the eye with his umbrella while I am sleeping.
Bet you’ll have trouble sleeping now.
It is sort of creeping me out.
Bwahahahaha
Oh simmer down.
:p
Glad you settled this. Now behave yourself.
I have learned my lesson… maybe…
Welcome back! Behave yourself! lol;-)
I might… I mean, I will…
riiigggghhhtttt
I gotta be me…
that’s a song…lol
My life is just one big song.
lol
I have to c sharp or I will b flat… ha!
oh you’re so funny
Ha exactly what I said….almost
Enjoy it while it lasts.
lol, yes, we need to keep an eye on him!
Yes, please keep me out of trouble. I can’t do it myself.
we will!
I need a babysitter… sigh…
yes you do!