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I don’t know what the hell is going on but stupidtom is under attack by of all things SPAMMERS. Seriously? DO these idiots think that by posting “hidden” links in fake comments you are going to trick my forty-ish fans into buying stuff from you? I don’t get it. SO I might have to take the comments down for a while until this current storm passes or at least put the annoying log in and password thing on because the robots cant do that yet.

Just so you know what the hell I’m talking about I’ll post a couple examples of the false comments without the hidden links to extreme porn and shopping opportunities. Some of these aren’t bad and designed to hit you right in the ego.

Comment:
I really enjoyed reading your blog. It is very well authored and easy to understand. Unlike other blogs I have read which are really not that informative. I also found your entries understandable. In fact after reading, I had to go show it to my friend and he enjoyed it as much as I do!

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Hi Site owner. I truly enjoy your posting along with the web site all in all! The write-up is actually very plainly written as well as simply understandable. Your WordPress theme is wonderful as well! Would be good to know exactly where I are able get it. If possible keep up the excellent job. We all require far more such website owners just like you on the net and also much fewer spammers. Fantastic man!

this next one isn’t that good but I laughed when I noticed it was from collegedudedorm dot com and then the same address followed up with a weird one from tilatequilassextape dot net. The second one is acting like I write about celebrity gossip. awesome.

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it isnt A Lack of Knowledge on my part,its disgusting and gross. More of a lack of knowledge on your part in UNDERSTANDING that its MY opinion and i thought my FREEDoM of Speech,imo’ Blank and confusion on my face)

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that’s all good and dandy, but the real controversy is with paris hilton.  why is she always in trouble?  it seems that she is always in trouble with the law and she never gets into any serious jail time.  i bet she will get out this time too.  i would bet good money that she gets off this time too.  i am so sick of watching this chick get away with murder.  she should have to live by our rules!

I wonder how much money is in this game as I might want to start writing some of my own fake comments. I think these guys are missing the mark with their false flattery. They are more likely to get published if they attack some of these sites for being boring.

I don’t think I could take the water-boarding that you get in some parts of the country but I do likes me some rainy days. I think I just like change which would mean that I like whatever weather isn’t currently punching me in the face. I cant wait for fall and even miss the snow right now. Talk to me in a couple months and I’ll be pining for Spring and Summer. (the seasons not the awesome strippers named after said same) (Wait, I need to break out of the parenthetical thought bubble because that one exposed a path that I want to follow)

Sorry about that… When I worked at a gentlemen’s club in college sometimes I would have to work one of the bad shifts. A bad shift is defined by the number of patrons in the building which is directly correlated to the number and quality of the employees. So, on a Sunday afternoon with one creepy regular in attendance there is a lot of time to do nothing. I guess I could have cleaned and restocked the bar but this was a strip club in Ames Iowa and no one was walking in there looking for clean.

These slow shifts gave me time to do one of my favorite things and that was talking to my coworkers. One of the best topics was always their stage names. Seasons, Cities, States, Liquor, rarely a creative one in the bunch. I found myself trying to get them to change things up a bit and maybe move up the dancing without any clothes ladder. But no one ever listened. I will leave you with the favorite suggested names that I can remember from twenty plus years ago. If you are a nekkid entertainer please feel free to use these and please drop me a note as I will immediately become a fan.

My best suggested 1980’s stripper names were as follows:

Matchbox (she was a redhead. sorry, I was young)

Lightning (she was almost there with her then current topiary work)

Man Trap (just made myself laugh again recalling that one)

Twinkie (again, sorry I was young and stupid-er)

and Finally, Fred (this girl was so hot I knew that she alone could pull this off)

This new gig is taking some time… Not in a bad way just different. These folks move at a different speed and I just need to keep downshifting until I find the correct gear. The more I try to push and change the edgier everyone gets. I think my former work life has some of the bosses nervous about their own jobs so I need to slow down and blend in to get along. I’m just not used to this.

My coworkers are checking in with me every day as if they were on a schedule. If another one calls tomorrow with a “quick question” I will know that something is up. Weird because I just want to do my job and go home to my family. I cant really tell them that I took an easy gig on purpose because that would just be insulting. I’ve got about five more years until Max starts to go off toward his own life. That is not to say that there is some kind of hatred clock ticking or that he is getting kicked out of the house anytime soon but once he and his friends begin to drive hanging out with Dad becomes less attractive.

Its also Katie’s last year at home (full time) and Maggie is starting High School this year so things are busy but I am still needed to get things done around here. Not to mention the whole three houses pain in my ball bag. My current gig is a welcome respite from the craziness all around me I just need to get comfortable. My last couple of jobs have been pressure cookers so I almost spend my days waiting for the other shoe to drop. If I didn’t know better I would think I was looking for trouble where none exists. I am one weird mutha but I’m working on that.

Well, not the weird cause I like me, but the seeking problems from calm thin air has got to stop. This circles back to my quest for peace. I am one thematic Mo-Fo.

OK I need to take more than one class but today’s discovered learning would be a course on Suffering Fools. I am bad at that. If I am ever going to attain some level of peace I really need to step up my ignore and doesn’t matter game or games I don’t know because I am obviously still rattled. Let me tell this story and get back to my homework.

In an attempt to make friends at my new company I ate lunch with a couple of the fellas that I have come to know. I don’t say too much as I am the new guy and really no ones boss but my own so it is a bit of a switch from what I have been doing for the last fifteen years or so. The mouth peace of this little click would not shut up about his marital problems. Repeating I am not really friends with these guys so I sit and say nothing.

Then talk turned to his lack of sex life. Normally this would entertain me because I like it when people reveal way too much about their lives but this one just annoyed me. To the point where after about ten minutes I’d had all I could stands… The following is the rant that I went on assuring that these dudes will not be asking me out for a beer any time soon.

“Would YOU have sex with YOU? Seriously, what are you doing to change the situation other than bitching about it at work? I’d bet if your wife knew this would get you laid for sure.”

He got a little shitty but the ass was out of the hole so I cut him off.

“Maybe you could run down to the bank and bitch about your money situation as well in the hopes that they will just give you some money?”

“Try to change your behavior to get different results you moron. Work on yourself, do something around the house, treat your wife better than talking shit behind her back. You need to take a long look at the creep in the mirror next time you’re wondering why you aren’t having sex.”

I am a work in progress.

Peace is what I seek. I think its what most people are after whether they know it or not. Its the feeling that everything is right in your world and the things that aren’t don’t really matter. I know a lot of very religious folks but none of them strike me as particularly peaceful. In fact sometimes church has the ability to ramp up my own anxiety way past healthy. I think some of the eastern religions do things a little better than my stuff by getting people to focus on themselves rather than someone else’s adventures and teachings.

This little touch on peace is not brought to you by the good people at “church” but by the never-ending quest for things that I and most of the people around me are caught up in. I think in some ways our consumer society is based on the good feeling one gets from acquiring. By the way I am as guilty as anyone on this count no matter how much I can justify every purchase to myself in the name of need. I am great at it. I am a master at bullshitting myself about things.

And so it goes. As the stress of three houses all of which need repair presses in on me I see a beautiful simplicity in my father-in-laws giving up. It is certainly cheaper and a lot less hassle that is until stuff starts falling down around you. And that brings me back to the peace thing. Its not something I can solve just by scribbling it down in here but this is where I’m headed. I have talked about boiling my life down to a duffle bag and that probably isn’t feasible when and where we currently live but the thought gives me a sense of peace.

So I am heading myself toward fewer things or fewer unimportant things and hopefully I can spread some of that around my family. The other piece of peace (a better writer would have hunted up another word) is incorrectly described as a lack of caring. I’m not yet sure how to articulate this thought but it is not giving a shit about things that don’t matter. This ones going to take some noodleing but I am making a concerted effort to let more roll off my back. This is directly opposed to my current method of taking everything as a direct attack and responding accordingly. Sometimes with inappropriate force.

Example: Why do I care if someone I don’t like talks crap about me or mine? Our mutual dislike should trigger peacefultom to treat that person as a friend or at the very least someone to respect as they openly dislike me and I them. Now I’m beginning to confuse myself so its time to quit. I need a nap and then get back to all of the imaginary money we need to spend in the next couple of months.