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A Word on Comments

Earlier today, I had to delete a bunch of spam comments. Spam hasn’t been much of an issue on this here site because I’ve put enough hoops in place so (I hope) the average spammer won’t bother. But lately, I’ve seen a few determined spammers (or bots, more likely) put in the effort to copy and paste chunks of my posts, alter them slightly, then append them with a link to their presumably illegitimate online business.

The likelihood of any guilty party reading this post lies between slim and none, but I’m just putting this out into the ether so it exists. Under the auspices of the It’s My Damn Site and I Can Do What I Want Law, I will delete your comment if it’s basically an ad. Look: I don’t make any money off of this site, so neither should you.

If you have some fantastically awesome product/book/movie/show you want everyone to know about, email me about it and maybe I’ll write about it. But sneaking your stupid link into a comment is the express route to getting banned, capisce?

I will also delete your comment if it adds nothing to the conversation. Or if it was clearly written by some kind of robot. And I would hope this would go without saying, but I will not allow any kind of racism, sexism, or homophobia in the comments. If that’s your game, just go to YouTube, where all commenters are required to be full of hate.

All objections can be addressed to the nearest brick wall.

Tumbling Towards Babylon

So because I don’t have nearly enough online attachments to distract me, I’ve started to do things on Tumblr. You can find my page–Holy Goddamn!–here.

My plan is for this to be a repository mostly for bite-size morsels of yuks/anger not substantial enough for full-blown Scratchbomb posts. So if you Tumble, consider Tumbling my way. Thank you, won’t you?

Endeavors Elsewhere Continue Unabated

If entries at Scratchbomb HQ have been light lately, it’s because I’ve been wracking my brain to bring you In the Year 2000, a survey of that year’s Mets team, over at Amazin’ Avenue. So I wanted give alla y’all a heads up that if you’re not checking that out, you should be. The latest post is on NLCS Game 2, in which Rick Ankiel had a China Syndrome-level meltdown, both teams forgot how to field, the Mets blew two leads, and came back thanks to an opportune bounce. Sounds thrilling, don’t it?

I’ve also added a little widget to your right that will inform you about the latest posts over at Amazin’ Avenue. See, it’s right there? Now you’ll never miss a beat. About what’ on that particular site, that is. For everything else in your life, you’re on your own.