Like other folks, I’ve been inundated with comment spam over the past weeks: since my last post, I’ve added over a hundred URLs to my blacklist, and have deleted over six hundred comment spams. Is it time to ditch Movable Type? Hm. I’ve got a workable Drupal install and a workable WordPress install, but I’m not sure. I’m using Jay Allen’s most excellent MT-Blacklist plugin, which is a community-based solution that hits back against comment spammers by blacklisting them, rather than ducking the spammers by presenting a small target, as Drupal and WordPress do. (I don’t want to make potential commenters register: to do so, I think, would curtail some of the more spontaneous and interactive qualities of weblogs.) Maybe it’s an Army thing, but I’m much happier calling in fire on the people who are shooting at me than I am just ducking their fire.
Anyway: sorry for the hiatus. Went down to DC for my cousin’s wedding this past weekend (having one’s clan out on the dance floor and all singing along to Hank Junior’s “Family Tradition” is a fine thing; a raw bar at the reception with oysters and clams on the half-shell is even finer) and got to hear all sorts of wonderful gossip about the misdeeds of the children of national political figures past and present (c’mon, I’m dying to share: email me for the dirt on whose kids did what), and then this week was midterms week with student conferences, and, uh, well: How ’bout them Red Sox?
Yes, on Thursday, there were some class attendance issues. The students who actually made it to class related stories of trees set on fire, swimming in the nasty campus goose-poop pond, being strafed by police capsaicin bullets, and running from police helicopters. Ah, college life.
I’ve taken all my weblog entries, edited out the irrelevant stuff, and tried to hang them — sequentially — on the bones of the prospectus. It took a while, and I’m pretty happy with the results: so far, I have 75 single-spaced pages of good dissertation material, for which I need to fill in the gaps. Somebody give me a high five, wouldja?
And, yes, finally, the girls have settled down.