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I checked my web logs, and I’ve been getting a truly massive amount of hits from bots at msn.com. And you know it must be Microsoft, because they’re really bad at spidering the site, and they always pick up the boring crap without hitting any of the interesting pages.

Anyway, it turns out Microsoft is previewing a new search engine which, when I tried it, just complained about being unable to service my request. Apparently, it’s modelled after Google’s simplistic interface - following on from Microsoft’s grant tradition of copying others’ success: “all the aethestics, none of the uptime”…

The Poor Man has a great post about a poker game with Dick Cheney. Thanks to Matt for the link.

As much scary as it is funny.

It’s amazing how far spammers will stretch the English language in order to get around filters (typically, they take a standard message and then slightly randomise the message for each recipient, so that mass-spam filters don’t pick up that it’s the same content).

However, it’s started to result in advertising that sounds somewhat less appealing than “Get a more powerful erection”. I received this one today:

Make bangg in your unit

Ow!

Almost as painful sounding, the link in the email went to “www.jamitup.biz”. I think they may have finally given up on the concept of sex being pleasing the cock-recipient*. Perhaps they should get together with online marketers of KY and register www.slideitin.com…

* I was going to say “female”, but then I didn’t want to alienate dirty faggots.

I received this email today from my friend Dave:

Further fuel for your pessimistic world-view.

This morning on Nine’s “Today” show they showed footage of two soldiers in Iraq- fully uniformed, with rifles etc. - and then interviewed their wives (and, in one case, children) back home. The presenter then proceeded to ask a SEVEN-YEAR-OLD CHILD:

“He looked pretty good with that gun, didn’t he?”
“Yeah.”
“He looked pretty in control, didn’t he?”
“Yeah.”

Fuck!

By golly the world is a screwed up place. Imagine the trouble the journalist would have gotten into if he’d said something like:

“You know Mummy and Daddy love each other very much”
“Yeah.”
“I bet Daddy’s thinking a lot about how it would feel to have his pee-pee inside Mummy”
“Yeah.”

I mean, you simple musn’t expose our children to those kinds of thoughts.

_sigh_