Spam Comments
Thursday, December 13th, 2007You know, we moderate our comments here at PopCult. It’s not some sinister mind-control thing, and it really doesn’t have anything to do with some former animated segments that used to appear on Radio Free Charleston. We moderate because of the spam. People set up “spambots,” automated programs that leave comments with links to their sites. Those links take you to places that are not necessarily nice or work safe, and we don’t really want our blog to be used in that way, so we clean them out, like muck in the gutter, before they hit your eyes.
Some of these are just oddly worded “I like your diary” comments, but occasionally they get creative to try and trick you into thinking that they’re a real person. This morning we got a true winner. You won’t be seeing this in the comments, but below, for your entertainment, is a spam comment that someone tried to leave in PopCult.
I’m not posting the links or screen name here (If I did, then the terrorists would win), but I thought you folks might find this as funny as I do.
“Hello, I fell lucky that I located this post while browsing for john wayne movies. I am with you on the topic of Burning Music Halls, Karoake, Blues, delayed art and MST3K: The PopCult Weekend. Ironically, I was just putting a lot of thought into this last Tuesday.”
One of the pitfalls of doing the coolest radio show in the world was that it started at 2 AM, and ran until 6 AM. And that was once a week. The rest of the week I kept somewhat normal hours. So when the weekend rolled around, and I got to do the fun stuff, I was usually not at my sharpest.
One of the fun things about the radio incarnation of Radio Free Charleston was that I had total freedom. It was the kind of freedom you get in radio only when you’re working for a completely mis-managed company that didn’t know what it was doing. I was basically allowed to start the show as a reward for working over 100 days straight without a day off, sometimes filling two on-air shifts — and not demanding a raise. It was a cheap way to keep me happy while I was doing the work of five people.
Today, I’m going to inflict upon you some of the most gloriously inept drumming ever caught on tape. Let me explain. We’re still in that fateful week in March 1990. If you’ve been following the story so far in our audio clips, you know that Brian Young, then the drummer for Three Bodies, was in Key West Florida falling asleep in the sun and getting his face half burned off. On Thursday of that week, he and Kris Cormandy called in and performed a song live on the Radio Free Charleston preview show I did at 11:35 p.m. each night. You heard that clip on Monday.