I was pleasantly surprised to find this in our comments queue today (we get to moderate them now, ego-blog damage control style) in response to Shark’s Die Editme, Die post. From Matt at Editme:
Jo-Tel folks, I wanted to drop a note in response to this post. First, to put things into perspective, your site received more comment spam than any other site hosted with us. There is one other site that is close, and the rest pale in comparison. So, hey, that’s something. Second, your site taught us a lot about our captcha system, and I wanted to thank you for that. By monitoring the spam activity on your site, we were able to fix the problem that was allowing spammers through the captcha system. Yes, there was a bug in the system that a few very active spammers had figured out and were exploiting. If it hadn’t been for your site, we probably wouldn’t have found the bug and been able to fix it. So thank you! Finally, I wanted to apologize for the hard times you saw at EditMe. It shouldn’t have been that way. Any way, it looks like you’re up and running quite well here, and I wish you the best of luck with the site. I’ve always enjoyed reading it. -Matt
Hey! Thanks Matt. I’m going to just go ahead and take this at face value, and graciously accept with pride the dubious distinction of being Editme’s number one spam target (take THAT Professor Truth. Tender THIS Night.). I kind of miss our old friends, Phentremine, Online Casino, and 103.25.1.116. But it’s genuinely nice, to know that someone was reading our angry emails and instead of being like, “Fuck Shark. Fuck PETE,” was instead like, “Yeah, fuck that shit,” because they were hurting right along with us. And it’s nice to know that we were in part responsible for ending Phentremine’s reign of terror. I guess he’ll have to go elsewhere for his 100 daily visitors.
I’ll also take the “I’ve always enjoyed reading it” at face. Even though, toward the end there, you couldn’t have. Even when we were getting “500 visitors” a day, I’ve always written stuff on here assuming that only a handful of my friends ever read anything, and most of them hate my posts. We’ve only ever received three, maybe five pieces of legit fanmail in our gmail account. So I’m gonna go ahead and count this.
As a bonus, you made Shark feel like an asshole which I’ve maybe done once in six years of friendship. Hip E. has never done it. So, hey, that’s something.
And Editme wasn’t so bad. Sure, an errant open STRONG or /3 in your code would fuck everything up mad proper, but we debated long and hard about leaving the community comments section. Now we can’t lean on Linda or “The Outside Scoop with Reid Evans” or Pliska pre-Rehab Star. Not Load. Now we have to do it all ourselves.
We will fail and you will have the last laugh.
-PETE
7 responses so far ↓
Online Casino // Apr 4, 2007 at 3:19 pm
Hey, I didn’t go anywhere. I brought the gang with me.
phentermine // Apr 4, 2007 at 3:21 pm
Did you miss us?
reid // Apr 4, 2007 at 6:06 pm
wow, I had no idea I had a section entitled “the outside scoop with Reid Evans”!! Maybe I should have tried harder and not written about guys who poop their pants, old people in spandex, why pregnant women look weird, and trying to skateboard on cobblestone streets. Just maybe, just maybe I might have made it to writer on the jo-tel staff.
Blast.
The Big Kat // Apr 5, 2007 at 7:25 pm
Good afternoon, dudes. Oh how long it has been since we have made correspondence. I am well, having recently finished the fire academy of which I was a part I have now supplemented my employment as an EMT in the big city with weekly shifts as a reserve firefighter in El Cajon, CA, the shining jewel in the catbox that is East County San Diego. Let me tell you, lads, you have not lived until you have done CPR on a 77 year old man, laying on the floor in his own incontinence, while his entire middle-eastern family screams hysterically in the background (it was a save, by the way), nor have you until you’ve seen a homeless lady vomit up quarts of blood on the sidewalk (she’s quite likely dead by now).
Furthermore, I am now off the wagon and when I fell off I did it with the style you have come to expect from me. Would it surprise you to learn that in the last three weeks my new stories involve a 3am trip to Tijuana, the Great American Bluejay Hunt of 2007 in my backyard, and making out with a stripper who was most likely high on meth at Little Darlings, a fine establishment situated directly under a freeway interchange in Lemon Grove? It should not.
Finally, my work schedule has now changed and I have weekends off, so before long I could be making a surprise trip to San Francisco, multiple not-so-surprise trips to Los Angeles, and frequent scheduled outings to Tijuana. And it should go without saying that for any of you who fancy making a trip down here, I will make it worth your while.
Linda // Apr 6, 2007 at 5:05 am
Holy Shit! Puma I grew up in El Cajon and my grandparents live in Lemon Grove. Until I graduated high school my parents lived kinda off Chase Avenue right across the freeway from Grossmont High School. I feel your pain my friend, I feel your pain.
PS: You might enjoy hanging out with my dad. He enjoys beer, Fox News, daydreaming about becoming a volunteer policeman, and golfing. I’ll hook it up.
Shark // Apr 7, 2007 at 5:09 am
Puma, it’s good to hear from you. You’ll be happy to know that I am in Brazil right and I’ve started that writers colony that we always dreamed of. Yes, it is sweet. Good liquor, friendly women, flowing prose poems ….
Ah fuck it I’m still a lawyer.
Hip E. // Apr 8, 2007 at 12:58 am
And strippers!
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