When I sign in to WP to create a blog post there are comments waiting to be moderated. Most often they are spam- enlarge this, shrink that, make money this way or make money in half the time it takes you to read this. Junk. There was a time when I got some decent spam. I mean it. They used obscure text as subject lines. I found myself mining them for long forgotten words or wacky twists and turns of a phrase. I never opened them. I just swiped the value I could from them before I hit spam button and sent them to spam prison.  They go to prison, right?

Spammers just don’t live up to their predecessors. It is a very disappointing turn of events.

Occasionally I ask for things and don’t get what I wanted. Someone asks me for something and I fail to respond accordingly. We have expectations that are dashed beyond hope. Then we have to figure out what to do all over again.

Sigh. Double sigh, Sighing one more time for effect. Or is it affect? Never mind.

Creation is a messy thing. It doesn’t always end up as high art. Spammers and friends disappoint with a mediocre response. A piece of writing is flat. A photo looks terrible. Like Michelangelo I chisel at a piece of stone hoping to release an angel.

Today may suck. Tomorrow may be better. Or not, but I keep chiseling. My angel needs to get out. And spammers… give me something worthwhile. I mean it.