While thousands of fans flock to the accident site where Paul Walker and Roger Rodas died on Nov. 30, this year a Facebook scam is making the rounds on the social networking site. Facebook has has already been inundated with information relating to the late actor’s life and death. Tributes from fans have appeared on the sites pages with thousands expressing their heartfelt thoughts about the tragedy.
We westerners love to make fun of foreigners who have difficulty with the English language. This “mickey-taking” (English slang for making fun of) does not limit itself to making fun of the Japanese’s confusion about English and its non-logical methods. Also known as Engrish, which to me sounds a little insulting; I have decided that in the world of blogging there is another kind of “Glish.”
Spamglish, like its distant cousin, Japanglish has the same illogical application of nouns, verbs, pronouns, subjects, adjectives and tenses. The notion that there is a world of blog writers who don’t have enough of a command of the English language to spam properly tickles me. So, in my mind at least, I’ve created a new sort of language. One that is spoken and written in Spamglish.
I don’t know if I’m just easily amused or if I have a “cracked” sense of humour; but, I just adore spam comments. You know the ones I mean. The ones that akismet take and put in their spam folder in order to show how good they are at protecting your blog from unwanted sales oriented spammers.
Most of them can make me laugh until I cry. They are truly hysterical. I know that a contributing factor is that the spam comes from countries where English isn’t even a second language and they have to rely on Google Translate or other similar programs.
A lot of the time these “spam” comments start with the words “Hi, I do believe your website has browser compatibility problems.” This statement or the not too dissimilar, “I see you are lacking some factors on your site'” and the many variants of the same message make me groan and quickly empty my spam bin.
Some, though, are worth a read. They invariably make me laugh and wonder if the person writing the comment has editing problems or if they were inebriated or stoned while writing their “comments.”
Here are a few examples:
Excellent publish, very informative. I wonder why the other specialists of this sector do not understand this. You must continue your writing. I’m sure, you have a great readers’ base already!|What’s Taking place i am new to this, I stumbled upon this I’ve discovered It absolutely helpful and it has aided me out loads. I hope to contribute & help different customers like its helped me. Good job.
*This was from a Polish site…I think.*
your posts gives me motivation to keep on my intention to create a blog one day. thank you for all
i didn’t even see something like this before because of the scarcity of this type of information *Portuguese*
分析的很透彻，很欣赏你的看法，学习了 *Now this one is Chinese (basic Han, whatever that is) and it translates to – Analysis is very thorough, appreciate your views, learning* amusingly the page view shows an advert for Babylon Translator something they did not bother to use.
I have had a lot of other amusing comments all by “sales sites” and they vary. Some start as a sort of mangled congratulatory message. For example: “I used to really like reading your blog but now not so much”. Another one is: “You used to be expert at this subject now I think don’t have enough knowledge.”
Of course the comments are amusing by themselves but the blog post that they appear on usually highlights the comedic element of the comments.
I would like to think that the problem is just translation, but after reading a few young people’s letters (where they use “text speak and spell”) and the horrendous sentence structure – I know, I’m no champ myself – I am beginning to believe that the art of communication via the written word is a dying art. It also appears to be contagious.
Some spammers though are trying to appear legitimate with the elegant and downright flattering tone of their comments. I actually got halfway through an entire paragraph of praises when I realised that the comment was from a “sex aid” company. The blog post in question was one of my Quorn articles.
But my all time favourite has to be the last Portuguese comment I got today: haha! i agree with you! This was in reference to a book review I did on The Unlucky Lottery. This one at least “looked” like it could be a legitimate comment.
I guess that the more illiterate or garbled comments make me think of the character Manuel from Fawlty Towers (played to hilarious perfection by the English actor Andrew Sachs) whose attempts at communication in English were classic comedy. In my mind I see a score of Manuel’s all sitting in front of a laptop adding what they know are pertinent comments on blogs that they are attempting to spam.
Of course were it not for askimet and their wide spam catching net, most of these would be read anyway, but, because askimet have rounded all the “offending” spam into one easy to access folder it makes reading them less annoying and more entertaining.
The only thing more disconcerting than have a low blog view count is commenting on a blog post and getting no response. I will freely admit that I don’t really mind not getting comments on anything I post. I just appreciate that someone took the time to stop by and have a look. Browsing is always welcome and I don’t require anything in the way of recompense from those who just look.
I also appreciate anyone who takes the time to hit that ‘Like’ button or who takes time out of their busy day, or night, to leave a comment. I always respond.
Well, actually I don’t always respond if the comment is of the narky sort. I don’t mind someone disagreeing with my opinions. But I don’t like the type of comments that send a message of “I know much more than you and I’m going to prove it.” These messages will not be responded to and unless I’m feeling very magnanimous will be relegated to the spam folder.
I had one blogger leave a very narky comment which I left unanswered. Another reader of my blog did answer and a small war erupted on my blog post comment section. I stayed out of the discussion just to see where it was headed. The reader who went to battle with the narky remark maker is a facebook friend who always leaves great feedback on my blog and my facebook page.
When the dust settled, the narky comment maker had unfollowed my blog (no great loss there pal, I hate to tell you that, but it’s true) and I relegated his negativity to the spam folder. I am always faintly amused by folks who follow only to leave negative comments on your blog. What’s the point exactly?
I do though have a little problem with leaving what I think are good positive comments and not ever getting a reply. Hell, even a ‘smiley-face‘ would be appreciated. But leaving comments and not getting acknowledgement of same makes me feel like I talking to myself in a literary sense.
I have left the odd not-so-positive comment, but I generally try to make it an amusing one if it’s not overly positive in nature. Still, I’d like some sort of response, even if it’s one telling me to go suck eggs.
On days like today, where my view counts are dismal and my comments go unnoticed, I feel like knocking on the figurative internet door and shouting, “Is there anyone there?” And if I get no response, I’ll close the blinds, turn off the lights and go home.
Maybe tomorrow everyone will be back from the beach and want to surf the internet instead of the waves.
On the days that I am not ‘returning to work’ I usually write or research articles (mainly Wikipedia) or read other blogs. This is on top of performing the many mundane tasks which face a single man who lives with his daughter. The list of mundane tasks include the daily maintenance required to keep your house and home from resembling a rubbish tip. It also includes the necessary task of preparing food so that the two members of this household don’t wind up resembling survivors from a death march.
Of course some of these tasks don’t fall into the daily category. They come under the heading of ‘weekly chores’ that must be done for the outside areas of the house. Cutting the grass, trimming the edges of the lawn and the hedges. Picking up the rubbish that has been deposited by the many urchins who play around the neighbourhood.
One of the things I do that is not particularly part of any task list or category is removing the ‘built up’ spam from my blog. Askimet does a lovely job of rounding up all the spam contributions to my posts and then puts them in one spot for me to eliminate with extreme prejudice. I do like to stop and read the spam ‘comments.’ They are always worth a chuckle or two. Written with the use of a universal translator or by a preoccupied six year old, the mangled metaphors and garbled English never fail to amuse.
The other thing I do is eliminate the built up spam from in front of my door. Every day a multitude of physical spam comes through my letter box. Leaflets, sales notifications, menus from new restaurants, local newspapers, political news, offers to sell my (rented) home, and job offers to deliver all the aforementioned items.
I get so much spam through my letterbox, that if I left it untouched for just one day, it would resemble a paper and cardboard model of the Himalayas. I have been in my kitchen or the downstairs smallest reading room and heard the muffled march of footsteps treading past the front of my house. These footsteps pause for the smallest of pauses and deposit more spam through my letterbox before marching on to the next house.
I envision a row of spam depositors queuing up outside my house in an orderly and patient fashion. Each waiting to deposit their messages of sales, food and employment through my door’s letterbox. I also envision the same ‘spammers’ fighting each other over each street of houses as to who will be the first to drop off their paper mountains of spam.
I can imagine scores of people from all walks of life patrolling the neighbourhood with their little pull-along trolleys full of leaflets. Criss-crossing one another and exchanging pleasantries as they pass. Pausing to apply more sunscreen in the summer months and stomping their feet and blowing on frozen fingers in the winter ones.
I have noticed that out of all the ‘spam’ that I collect from the front of my hallway, one particular leaflet appears regularly. It is an employment opportunity that pays pretty well for a part-time job.
300 to 400 pounds per month for delivering leaflets door to door. If I ever get lonely I’ll have to give it a go. After all there certainly seems to be a lot of them out there.