I just had to clear over 130 spam comments from the Book of PDR. What the chunks? Why so much? I’ve been disabling comments on posts that seemed to be getting the most, but the comments keep coming. They’re really making me challenge my belief that robots are cool.

Apart from that, not much. I am several days behind on my attempt at bad novel writing and I shall go work there instead of here.

In the upper right hand corner, behind the other people? That’s me. Also, my friends Terry and Buffy are there and a friend we met in our travels who is actually responsible for us all being in this magazine. And I totally rode one of those camels too. That is, of course, from my trip to the China. Who can say what other things I have done have turned up in magazines without me ever knowing? I think maybe it should be my goal to get into a magazine on every continent. That would be swell.

In other news, I really have to wonder about the quality of the spam comments that try to get onto my site sometimes. I’m going through them as I speak and I’ve got one here that has no links and consists only of text saying “Comment1” which is hardly going to get people to know which erection pills to buy. I can only assume that the robots who do this spamming know their job better than I do, but it seems pointless. Even more pointless than thinking someone would be on my page to click the spam links if it had been included.

Halloween happened. I wish I could say I’d done something spookier, but it was a decent quiet night all the same. I decided to go as Myself From The Future this year. I sprayed my hair grey and donned a lingering bitterness about the divorce. Apart from that, I was about the same as ever.

In other news, there is a hair on the back of my right hand that is way longer than the others, like thrice the length of the others and it sticks way up. What is that about? Judging by my costume I will apparently have this hair in the future as well, so there is no point in cutting it.

In still other news, I am going to try to participate in the National Novel Writing Month, which of course is right now. I have not bothered registering (when I tried that in the past, I did not write a novel) but I have a secret strategy this time: I am not going to care if the novel is good or not. I am just going to get myself to write one. I guess that is the point of the event to begin with, but last time I wanted something good. Screw that. This time, I am just going to make that amount of words happen. I was already working on an actual novel, but I only rarely get around to bothering with it. I assume that training myself to write more often with a novel I don’t care about will improve the frequency I write the one I care about. Another plus in not registering with them is that when I fail to finish the novel in time I won’t bring down their statistics.

And finally, a general note for those keeping track of my life. We are currently in the middle of the latest seasons of Curb Your Enthusiasm and the Venture Brothers. These are the shows that I find most amusing these days. If anyone out there is looking for something to watch: look for them.

I am not on the Twitter. I would say my most concerning issue with it is the limit on characters. Not often can my thoughts be summed up in less than two hundred characters. This is because my thoughts are complex and manly.

I have pondered such ideas as getting a Twitter account and saying nothing beyond “I’m on Twitter” once a day, or just using it as a link to posts on this here site, but even those are too much work for me to actually bother, it seems. But it has recently occurred to me that Twitter does have a distinct advantage: Instant posting. If I had one of those mobile devices that everyone has I would be able to put up my Twitter-thoughts as soon as I have them. Never would I forget what I was going to say before I got to a computer that would allow me to get to my website.

All of this discussion is because when I got home from work last night I had some idea in my head that I was sure would be an awesome post and when I woke up I had forgotten it. So you get this instead. Complex and manly.