Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another fascinating Spam Box Treasure moment. THE place to read quirky and ridiculous comments sent in bulks to yours truly.
Why I bother with spam, you ask? Reading spam comments is a guilty pleasure of mine. I get a kick out of reading nonsense. So much so that I feel the need to share the crap I get sent. These make my day. I hope they make your day as well. ❤
#1 Me, either. Sorry I can´t help.
#2 It´s only spam. Calm your horses, babe.
#3 Naaaw <3, Thank y… Hold on a minute! You saying I ain´t popular?
#4 Yes, money and boyfriends- Two things that usually don´t work together.
#5 I told you to stop drinking that heavy shit, didn´t I?
We´ve been through this before: I can´t play the piano. I can´t even sing. I also sucked at digitizing my wedding footage. How often do we need to discuss this?
#6 Remodeling? You´ve come to the right place, ace333 apk!
I´ve been working on my house for years (!!!) but we´ve never involved our fruit and veggies. Bah, if you give them the chance to talk they´d never shut up!
That´s it for this month, my dear bookish Padawans. I hope you enjoyed the spams as much as I did.
Friday! I´ve missed you something fierce! Before we carry on we need to give Chuck the Thank Fuck Friday Squirrel some love.
It´s been one of those eventful weeks, my bookish Padawans. To be honest- I haven´t had a schedule this packed in a long while. From Monday till this very day… I´ve been swamped with work, appointments, and other things that make me hate being an adult.
The only thing ( aside from reading ) that has brough me joy was watching Norsemen on Netflix.
I have a ritual at night before I go to bed: Watch a history documentary or a documentary on Australians 72 most deadliest animals ( just to inform myself on what I´ll be missing out on while visiting countries that don´t have deadly animals ). I was in a history mood and couldn´t find anything interesting on Sky ( for those who don´t know what Sky is: It´s like Netflix just more organized ) So I found what I thought would be a documentary on Vikings. I received more than just a docu. . So hilarious. So weird. So my kind of humor. They say Norsemen is Norways finest export. I agree. The slaves are by far my favorite characters. If you haven´t already I really recommend watching this series. It´s so SO damn funny.
So what else have I done this week besides run around like a headless chicken? Aah, yes. I caught up on some reading. March is a birthday month for my social circle so I can´t get too invested in any heavy reading. Right now I decided to give an easy romance my attention. The lady from my preferred bookstore recommended this “light” 374 page chick – lit romance.
She said `I Owe You One` by Sophie Kinsella is a perfect quick read for in between reads. PERFECT! I´m currently on page 69 and can´t say I have any complaints yet. It´s sweet and has a great pace. I´m still suspicious, though. Can´t really trust books these days, can we? Fingers crossed this one won´t be another let down.
As for the blogging bit- I´ve been super productive!
Somewhere between going to the dentist, doing school projects, reading, working, etc… I´ve managed to get some blogging done, as well. And not just working on my own stuff but also going through my WordPress Reader! Yippie! I even discovered new blogs.
** sigh ** It truly feels good to be productive.
Since it´s been a busy week I decided to do nothing this weekend. No plans. No visiting anyone. Nothing. Just spend my days in ratty sweats with the tv remote control in my death grip.
Many might find this awful but for me, there´s nothing more interesting than having a stay in weekend. ❤ I live for these moments.
What about you? What are your plans for the weekend? What will you be reading? Are you going out? Let me know in the comments below!
That´s about it, folks. Time to get my sweats ready because I have a few hours left before the true laziness begins!
Wishing everyone a safe and wonderful time. See you all on Monday!
Well, hellooo! It´s great to have you back. You´re just in time for my out of this world post on my latest spam treasures. Today we´re welcoming Part 5 in the series and I can´t be more proud than I am now knowing that I´ve been blessed with a large amount of wonderful, slightly confusing spam comments. 26 spam comments total! Can you believe that?
Well, 20 of those spam comments were just links, which was a little disappointing. I L.I.V.E for these comments, spammers! Y´all can´t send me a pathetic link. What should I do with links?
Fortunately for me ( and you ), the remaining 6 spam comments were well worth my time. Especially spam comment #6. Whatever you do…. do NOT skip the 6th comment. I promise #6 will be a life and game changer. You´ll either age rapidly or you´ll fall asleep. There´s really no telling. Comment #6 gave me a reason to fetch a drink.
Let´s begin the spam parade!
I abolut am thankful your father is a fan.
2. Aye aye, Captain 3win8 kiosk.
3. Ooookay, Myrna * shoulder shrug *
4. You could have told me this over wine instead of a pfft comment.
5. Can rewrite like human, you say?
6. The Comment That Never Ends ( including my equally never ending reply ).
Dude, 70´s fashion? I just LOVE flared pants. Ever since the return of bell bottoms in the early – mid 90´s I´ve been a fan and can´t seem to get away from em.
Oh, Jason Everman. You mean the guy who played for Nirvana? Nirvana, the reason why I wore an oversized red flannel shirt with ripped jeans and Doc Martins. But I have to admit, I wasn´t a fan of the music.
I must say 918kiss pc – you tickled my interest with your Sophomore music choices. I was a HUGE fan of System Of A Down, even managed to go to a few gigs in my early 20´s. Oh, the days * sigh * Did I ever tell you I was in a crowd ( what I learned was the actual mosh pit ) and was nearly beaten to death. I´m short so I received a few blows from elbows. You should have heard my mother when she saw me after I got home. Sheesh. I was also at a Manson concert once. Gotta tell you, though… 45 minutes without an encore for 60 euros. Kind of a rip off, if you ask me. But back to you: Does one need a reason to like SOAD? No. On to the second part of your message…..
Oh, we talking hair now? I absolutely feel you on being a maniac about one´s own hair. Can I tell you a secret? I´m a hairdresser with a master’s degree. So, I actually enjoy cutting hair, too ( sometimes ). There was a time when I hated it so I decided to go to uni and get a degree in chemistry. I am now officially overqualified for my job. * sigh *
The “one of the days” chorus line you mentioned- Sheesh, I misread that one and thought you were talking about the Foo Fighters song “These Days”. Great song but for a minute there I thought we would go back to Nirvana. Because you know the issue with him being the “new” drummer and all that.
The Beatles- right. Wait… what´s wrong with “Hey Jude”? That´s the song I always sing when I´ve had one too many….
Let me read the third and final part of your comment before I sing Hey Jude to you.
Meeh * wave off * Never been a fan of The Used, either. I somehow grew out of that style of music. How can you say The Used scream a lot? System Of A Down is worse.
Honey, what´s this about being unclean? You ain´t washing yourself? I feel that our friendship has already evolved so I´m going to give you a little advice, from one friend to another- I grew up with brothers so I´m in the know-how on how male hygiene works. Muchacho, you need to wash yourself if you feel unclean.
Back to music: You like breakup albums? Remember when Take That broke up? No, wait- Technically, the band was already done for when Robbie Williams left and the album sans Robbie was for shit. Remember when Guns´n Roses broke up? Pfft. I actually refuse to discuss that one because I get kind of emotional ( and I was 15 at the time. A delicate age for a band to just throw the towel, you know? )
I don´t doubt your mother´s judgement. If she says it rules then it rules. I imagine your mom´s super cool. Mine wasn´t. She nearly killed me when she saw what I did to my new Doc Martins ( the same day I got them I hopped on my bike, put some speed on it and let the caps of my boots glide over the concrete, creating the “used, worn out” look. No one ever wanted new Docs. Then she almost passed out when I took a stone and rubbed it over the knee section of my 501 Levis jeans, creating authentic holes. Mom was not amused, not even after I told her she had no idea what fashion was. She threatened to send me to a home when I presented my new necklace to her ( a dog collar with spikes ). Now, after all the years that have passed she fondly remembers the days when her daughter acted like a possessed person. She also wonders what would have happened if she had actually sent me to a home. Lol.
And for some odd reason the strange grunge chic became a book blogger.
That´s it for the Spam Treasure Box! I hope you enjoyed the little blast from the private past * wink *
Thank you for reading.
Sending much normal, mature love to all the bookish hombres out there ❤
Well, what do ya know… It´s our favorite day of the week- FRIDAY! A good enough reason to unleash the Friday squirrel.
With desperate squirrel out of the way I´d say it´s time to talk about what´s happened this week.
I discovered that fantasy author Sherrilyn Kenyon suspects her husband poisoned her. Well, this news popped up around mid January but I just found out. That´s some creepy shit right there, if you ask me. Looks like her hubby is a real piece of work. The article here states that he´s done it for financial gain and to ruin her career. I guess hubby´s not that clever. If he wants financial gain then he shouldn´t want to ruin her career. What an eejit. Give her chocolate then divorce her. And to think her husband´s a lawyer. * snorts *
2. Authors bribing fans to leave reviews on Amazon with Kindles. This is old as fuck. The only difference between the review begging from then and now is that it´s NOW happening publicly, whereas back in the day authors would offer Kindles and stuff within closed social media groups. I really don´t know how to feel about this. I´m torn between wanting to applaud authors for having the guts to bribe and wanting to flat out tell them you can´t buy reviews ( well, technically… you can but that´s not the point ). Oh, and to also exclude book bloggers from said bribery. Da fuq?
3. My apocalyptic BookTube project is launching Monday, 11. Feb. 2019. YAY!
4. More Netgalley approvals came through.
Not sure when I´ll be able to read all the Netgalley gems but Imma hoping it´ll happen this year. Just the thought of it is giving me heartburn.
5. My youngest daughter ( 7 ) finished reading her first book. 50 pages! It took her some time but she made it. Her final thoughts ( and I quote ): “The book was stupid.”
6. Unsuccessful book hunt. Seems like authors are either extremely busy writing or they´re having a creative break at the moment. Aside from Netgalley. That place is buzzing with life.
7. I received an early birthday gift from my mother. A biography called
`Going Gray: What I Learned About Beauty, Sex, Work, Motherhood, Authenticity, And Everything Else That Really Matters`. Lord, is that title a mouthful.
At first I thought she had bought the book for herself- I was wrong. She actually believes I´m counting my days. Not funny, Mom. But ( !!! ) Two can play this game and I so happen to be good at it. Soon my mom will be the new and proud owner of `Nursing Home Ninjas`
That´s it for the week. For next week I´m expecting a few days with a little more adventure or excitement. Fingers crossed.
How was your week? What plans do you have for the weekend? Let´s chat!
I hope you all have a safe weekend and enjoy whatever you have planned. ❤
Welcome back to Mug Monday! So glad you decided to pop in and see what new news I have in store for you.
Let´s get my well-being out of the way before we start this explosive post.
I have the flu…. again. It´s like this never ending nightmare that comes back. I´m a clever one, though. I figured out WHY i´m being attacked by viruses or germs. My girls drag it home from school. I swear on all that´s pink and fluffy, some parents need to learn to NOT send their little angels little shits little precious mini me´s to school when they´re sick. I´m slowly fed up and will probably end up contacting the school principal if this shit continues. Not that she will do anything…. But complaining does improve my mood.
I´ve been successfully living off soup, crackers, dry toast, tea, water and of course… I live in a sea of Kleenex. Fun times.
Back to the topic:
It´s February. This might not mean much in general, other than it´s still winter. But for me, February means much more. It´s my birth month. In a few days from now I get to spend the one and only day of the year being pampered and get showered with Amazon gift cards ( because for some reason my family doesn´t believe in gifting Amazon gift cards on Christmas ).
It´ll be a one man fest ( until the kids come home from school ) and I will make sure to enjoy every single minute of my day without my mother in-law and her absurd demands for cake.
A little private fun fact from my trusty private treasure chest:
My mother in-law truly demands I serve cake and coffee on my birthday. She once explained that it´s not only polite but it´s also sort of an exchange. She gifts me something and I serve cake in return.
In other ( unspoken ) words: I don´t deserve a gift if I don´t have cake. Good thing I didn´t marry her * snorts *
As for books:
Forgive me if there hasn´t been much of that lately ( please re-read reasons above ). It´s been kind of rough for me. And you know what sucks even more? I have untouched book mail I haven´t had the energy to open yet. 5 Amazon and 2 Book Depository packages. I´m gutted.
Nevertheless- I´m determined to get back on track because I´m bored out of my wits.
So, my piss poor attempt at a Mug Monday Feature will hopefully be the start of something better. Voila!
See? I have my Kindle fired up and ready. * sigh * Maybe after my nap. And after I tried getting a review scheduled. God, haven´t done one of those in ages.
Okay, that´s it for today. My deepest apologies for boring the bejesus out of you all.