It’s understandably quiet this week. Joe and I are in the middle of exams, as are many of you. So this is a good time to tell you about our spam situation.
Because we maintain a live email link to the blog, we receive a regular stream of spam to our comments box — 160 and counting. For example, the post “Frye and Music” has attracted a fair amount of spam, including at least one solicitation from a piano mover.
Yesterday we received our first ever pornographic spam. It was from a website called Naked Combats, and the teaser was, “Watch two wrestlers fight balls to the wall and then fuck…”
Which of our posts drew the attention of the Naked Combats web trawler? “The Bondage of History“.
I’m guessing the keyword was not “history.”
Say goodnight, Gracie.
Laughing out loud, Mike.
I was a bit confused as to how two sportsmen could comfortably wrestle “balls to the wall”.
According to the Urban Dictionary, the idiom is used “by pilots. When accelerating quickly, the throttle is pushed all the way to the panel and the throttle lever (ball) actually touches the panel (wall). Hence, balls to the wall.” What with all the throttles, levers and panels, what apparently follows makes a bit more sense.
I thought I remembered a lousy song from the 80s called “Balls to the Wall.” Unfortunately, I remembered correctly — a German band, Accept, is responsible for this monstrosity: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B_3TlrZLpQ0
It’s clear from the video that the band is composed of third rate AC/DC wannabes by way of Poison — they might, if seen through low resolution beer goggles, have passed for an acceptable AC/DC cover band (“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen — we’re Dirty Deeds!!”).
In any event, they do use the term in the familiar sense of being defiantly backed into a corner. You can read the (cough) “lyrics” here: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/a/accept/balls+to+the+wall_20003438.html
When I accessed the lyrics, the website offered me the chance to make “balls to the wall” my ringtone, which was the least they could do. I think I saw the word “bondage” there somewhere, before my penitent retreat. The missing link to the spam, perhaps? In any case, the song will improve greatly if you set your amps to eleven.
I never thought of cutting radishes into dodecahedrons. I want to try it now.