Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam…

I would like to think that the 25 comments in my queue contain an element of interaction; that somewhere, if I look hard enough, there will be a word of encouragement, a glimpse of solidarity, anything by way of human connection.  But I know.  I know you are blips and bops and spam and ads and things much worse.  You sound so plausible.  I suppose some must succumb, or why would you waste your time in such futile endeavours?  But I’ve been blogging for over 5 years now and I know.  I know your sycophantic ways. So Gerri, Vicki, Bunni, Ollie, Bobo, Maverick and Ellie I will not waste my time scouring your contributions, checking if you are really ‘spam’.  Instead I will consign you to the bin, a bulk action, along with the rest of my junk.  And I will wait for that gem of a comment that is genuine, and I will approve that to sparkle on my blog, outshining and outweighing the rest of you by a mile.