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What up WordPress?

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I blog from my phone most of the time. It’s quick, easy and always seems to be nearby. But when I updated my operating system and my apps the other day WordPress threw me a curve. I can no longer click on commenter’s avatars and find their blogs from my friend’s pages which is pretty annoying. It’s always been a good way to read and meet new people and I feel like WordPress just slammed a door in my face.

Aside from that, this is what I see when someone comments on my posts:

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In the current climate of internet privacy run amok… do I really need to have access to everyone’s email and IP address? No. I do not.

(Apologies to Kenny, but I didn’t think he’d mind be made an example of.)

Anyone else experiencing this?

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The perils of reviewing a book called Bonk.

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I should have known there would be a price to pay for excerpting passages from a book about sex.

I should have, but the flood of … how shall I say, related products… now polluting my screen is prodigious.

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Mothers Day gift anyone?

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Technically that’s not a sex toy, but the algorithm’s mind went there anyway.

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I really need to be more careful with my book reviewing.

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It’s a blogging miracle.

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A project was just finished at Casa River.

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Without a word of nagging or litany of snarky comments from yours truly.

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Yes boys and girls, somewhere in Maine pigs are flying.

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Because the backyard stone wall rebuild is finished… and the only reason I can give is the fact that I blogged about it.

So if you sent positive completion waves and good juju? I thank you.

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As does Lord Dudley for the fresh patch of rolling dirt. And if finishing a project he started in less than a year wasn’t shocking enough?

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I came home a few days later to a freshly laid patch of sod. Which he hasn’t watered once, but hey…. one miracle at a time.

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Cosmo-hell.

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I received an email the other day telling me my gift subscription to Cosmopolitan would be ending soon and I can’t tell you how pleased I was to hear it. Never has a present been less well received. And while I thanked my friend for the thought, I also made it abundantly clear another year of this trashy rag would not be welcome.

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Be honest men… did you even notice she was wearing a hat?

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Decades of legitimate research? If you say so…

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Even after a solid year of this crap, I’m still surprised this is what passes for a women’s magazine these days.

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Is this even possible?

On second thought, don’t answer. I don’t want to know.

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This entire publication lost me at hello. And in case you’re wondering, no… I don’t read the articles. I just flip through and photograph them for blog fodder. I didn’t meet Kristie and have no intention of ever doing so.

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It’s like they’re not even trying.

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While my normal reader numbers have taken a serious nosedive recently, the amount of spam accounts willing to receive my drivel filled missives expands exponentially. Every day I zap more and more of these annoying non existent bloggers.

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And while I give them an A for persistence, ( I zap two? Three come back. ) their lack of original site names is quite pathetic.

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If you’re going to clutter my follower list, at least put a little effort in to it. Geesh.

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Make up your mind.

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It’s been a while since I checked my spam folder and man, was it ever full. It never ceases to amaze me why people waste their time leaving these comments. What’s the end game? None of the companies exist and no one pays the least bit of attention, so what do they hope to gain.

Along with an alarmingly large number of extremely crude sexual content filled missives that would have made Hugh Hefner blush, I received this:

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Motorhome Collision Repair Near Me

Spam

Hello there! This post could not be written any better! Going through this post reminds me of my previous roommate! He continually kept talking about this. I am going to send this post to him. Fairly certain he’ll have a great read. Thanks for sharing!

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How nice. An appreciative fan. Though why this man’s roommate would continually talk about my fat woodchuck post is anyone’s guess.

Right after that, I found this:

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Motorhome Collision Repair Near Me

Spam

Next time I read a blog, Hopefully it does not disappoint me just as much as this one. I mean, I know it was my choice to read, but I truly believed you would have something helpful to say. All I hear is a bunch of whining about something that you could possibly fix if you were not too busy searching for attention.

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I know I’m not everyone’s cup of tea, but the speed at which my new motorhome collision repair fan turned on me was shocking.

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I have to ask…

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Where the Hell is everyone?

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I’m not normally one to fret over my post stats but lately I’ve noticed an awful echo in blogland. My views have dropped by half in the past few months and I’m wondering if my readers have moved on to parts unknown… or are simply sick of my drivel and cut me out like a malignant tumor.

What say you?

Am I too much of a good thing, or is it getting lonely here at WordPress…

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