Oh, goody.

While I've been involved with a super-secret Martin Luther King-related project, and therefore, neglecting this blog, my other blogs have been receiving big comment action.

On the shopping blog, some robo-spam comment generator has used the exact same format to regurgitate four different messages in as many minutes, thus adding immeasurable joy to my life. And yours, too, I'm sure. I mean, aren't you dying to click on each and every one of those links? Health! Skin Care! Exporters! Voip Word! What could be more important? We all need to know much more about them. Especially that last one, because it looks like a Word Verification string from Blogger comments. Which is maybe how the person responsible picked the name of an entire industry. The voipword industry. Whatever that does.

I also received the following heart-felt comment from Anonymous who apparently did not like the way I mocked his grandmother's recipe for Lemonade Pie

Anonymous said...
First of all, Mrs. Dollie Kellum is deceased; and has been for over 10 years. Why do you choose now, when she can not defend herself or her cooking, to condemn her? Who are YOU to judge my grandmother's Lemonade Meringue Pie recipe?!?! She was an excellent cook and I would give anything to have her here to cook one more Sunday dinner. Choosing one person to critize out of Pass the Plate is a rather uncouth and cruel thing to do. Shame on you for choosing a deceased, well respected New Bernian for that "honor". I would suggest you do a little more research before making such cruel accusations!!

Really, I don't know where to begin to respond to this.

First of all, I actually prefer to make fun of deceased people, because people who are still alive might get violent and hurt me.

Also, Mr. or Ms. Anonymous (as the case may be,) in publishing that recipe for Lemonade Pie, your grandmother made herself into a target. Your grandmother was no fool! She knew exactly what she was doing when she transcribed that battered, Cool-Whip-stained 3 x 5 card. So live up to her example. Be strong. Be proud. Be a man! (Or woman, as the case may be.)

So anyway, back to my super-secret, sneaky Martin Luther King day activity. Which obviously doesn't include actually updating these other blogs. Or updating this one ... very much.