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698 Comments–All SPAM!

I used to be this sweet, polite little Southern girl, who only used profanity in certain circles and tried desperately never to “raise anyone’s dander”. Well, that ends TODAY!

I’ve moved north for the most part–to Massachusetts, which I love–and it’s damn time I started acting like a Yankee!

Today, after several months’ hiatus, I logged in here to my blog in the hopes of finding that SOMEONE SOMEWHERE had noticed my work, and perhaps was following me, and might be sharing my information with others–you know, HELPING MY BUSINESS! Instead,  I found 698 comments–ALL SPAM!

I’m sorry–I am not here to sell your black market Nike Air Jordan tennis shoes, and I’m not here to buy your damn diet pills, and I sure as hell don’t need Viagra!  I’m here to hopefully start MAKING MY OWN LIVING selling my artwork and my writing!  If y’all thought my site was so great that you wished there was a donate button (oh you horrid food processor people!), or if you really thought my site was so freakin’ amazing (Viagra folks), or if you really wanted to help me get more hits on my site (you people calling yourselves Amanda and Donna and whoever else trying to get me to click through to your site for dollars), then why didn’t you do something WORTHWHILE while you were here, instead of giving me one more damned comment to REPORT (oh yeah, I reported all 698 of them, you bet your ass I did!) and delete?

And you horrid black market shoe sales-people who left this little gem: “What if you watched your mother die one of the most horrible deaths imaginable, cowering in pain without a moment’s rest?” should be ASHAMED of yourselves!

Someone actually left only the words “the alligators numb”, and all I could think of was that part in Mrs. Doubtfire with Robin Williams where he calls his wife, pretending to be someone applying for her nannying position, and keeps saying over and over again “I am Job. I am Job.”

Allegedly, both the restaurant tables people and the slimming pills people have bookmarked my site so that they might visit again in future–oh joy! I’m so excited I could honestly pee my chair…..*sigh*

And to all of those people who left this:

“Does your site have a contact page? I seem to be having trouble finding it Does your site have a contact page? I’m having trouble locating it but, I’d like to shoot you an e-mail. I’ve got some suggestions for your blog you might be interested in hearing. Either way, great website and I look forward to seeing it develop over time.”

Oh, diet pill people, and Viagra people, and food processor people–I don’t want to shoot you an e-mail; I just want to SHOOT—um, nevermind…

Apparently, if we would all like our blogs to get millions of hits, we should simply state blah blah blah Michael Kors blah blah blah Michael Kors blah blah blah Michael Kors, so, there, I have done so, and let us hope that makes me more successful!

 

And to any sincere comments which I might have missed as I marked and deleted those twenty-plus pages: My apologies to you, if you’re out there.  I have now installed new plug-ins to more effectively combat spam, and promise that this will not happen again in future.

I desperately want to make art and make a living at doing so, but I would NEVER stoop to the level of terrorist posts–because, let’s face it, that’s what spam is; it is, pure and simply, little text bombs that completely ruin SOMEBODY’S day. Today, it happened to be MINE!

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The Starving Artist

I was born a writer, with a penchant for the artistic. For the past seven months, I have done everything that I can think of to get myself noticed in the colorful world of digital art, but I often feel that all I am doing is banging my head against a very beautiful brick wall.

Yes, I have maintained shops at Cafepress with some marginal success for the past ten years, but with their recent changes to margin percentages from their fan portal (and other affiliates), I have taken a hit of phenomenal proportions.  I’ve also scaled the wall that is accepting myself as an ARTIST, and not just someone who designs t-shirts and things for the sake of financial survival—for those of you out there who might be reading this who have also scaled that wall, you know precisely what I’m talking about: the view from the top of it is gorgeous and limitless, but it’s a helluva thing to scale in the first place, and the potential drop on the other side is terrifying!

Lately, it feels as though it’s all drop, and no limitless view.  Even the view is giving me vertigo….I can’t be the only one who has ever taken this journey, reached this point, and felt as though the world fell away?Melpomene: Muse/Fae of Tragedy

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Red Bubble Day!

I have literally spent the entire day uploading my shop at Red Bubble with tons of new stuff for all of you to enjoy. I have to confess my personal favorite, however, is this one:  Wilwarin.Wilwarin