There's something more than usually depressing about spam, isn't there?  Just the sheer, mindless cynicism of it, every dismaying bit of humanity that's ever been joyless or merciless or relentless.  It doesn't matter how crappy it makes the world or that everyone hates it, just as long as whoever sends it gets a hit or two out of twenty billion.

I mean, seriously, in the past twelve hours, my comments page has been hit by 21 separate messages trying to sell non-prescription tramadol.  If you're dumb enough to buy non-prescription tramadol, are you really going to be reading a books website?

So, anyway, the visitor's page has been set to moderated and soon I'll get one of those swirly-word generators to try and stop the onslaught before I get too depressed about our species.

(If you want to cheer me up, you could always sponsor me for the Marathon)