Behold the most perfect dish ever served by a spinster aunt at room temperature (the dish was at room temperature, too): penne with an uncooked sauce of charred tomato, garlic roasted over cheery glowing coals, olive oyl, and blood orange vinegar; with dry-cured olives, buffalo mozzarella, basil, and toasted pine nuts.
It is with some trepidation that I now compose what I hope will be my last-ever remarks on the tiresome topic of comment spam.
I wish to notify the patriarchy-blaming public that, in the interest of enhancing everyone’s blaming experience, I have implemented the recommended spamulators, and that so far they appear to be working more excellently than I had dared to contemplate. However, since I am dimwitted, it is possible that I have configured them incorrectly. You are encouraged to contact me at the email address on the right if you think your comments have been given the bum’s rush by my bots. However:
Note that if your comment contains more than two links, or an ellipsis, or words like “viaxgra,” “BDSM,” or “Freeman,” and sometimes even if it doesn’t, it could still be caught for moderation. Because of my rigid spinster aunting schedule of taco lunches, plates of exquisite penne, coffee breaks, cocktail hours, and leisurely jaunts to the Hill Country, sometimes I can find the time to moderate comments only once a day, so I’m begging you to give me at least 24 hours before writing to complain.
Let the blaming rage on.