The Upper Crust


05 December 2007

The Doomed Kismet of Spam


I don’t sing the praises of Wordpress enough. For those of you who don’t know, Wordpress is the blogging software that powers Megorious. For any serious blogger, especially one who has his or her own domain name, Wordpress is the only way to go. You can bend it to your will to do almost anything.

If Megorious were a car, Wordpress would be the engine; the theme/design (in this case this delicious Scattered4 by Dan Cameron) would be the custom paint job; and I guess that would make Akismet the windshield wipers and fluid.

Akismet is, technically, a plugin, but it’s really so much more than that. It’s an angel sent down from the heavens by bloGod, the passive aggressive God of blogging.

92% of all comments online are spam. Akismet has one purpose: to orchestrate a spam holocaust. And it does it to near perfection. Without it, I would literally spend hours a week dealing with spam. Actually, without Akismet, I wouldn’t blog.

Even since my site traffic more than quadrupled back in July (thanks to The Dark Knight and The Upper Crust) comment spam has increased a whopping 500%. I get anywhere from 150 to 200 spam comments a day. Thanks to Akismet, I don’t have to waste a single second of my day dealing with spam. If I get 1000 spam comments in a week, no more than five or six will actually slip through the cracks. I can deal with that. Akismet stops 99.9% of all comment spam on Megorious.

Thank you bloGod, for damning spam to its doom.

29 July 2007

Would you eat this?


Pizzed Off If you ordered pizza and received this barely lukewarm, sloppily made, sorry excuse for a pie in a trampled box, what would you do? In the last six months, the service at The Upper Crust in Brookline has plummeted. While the service has been on the decline, the level of incompetence and contempt for their patrons has increased.

After an unacceptable amount of consecutive bad experiences I decided to email the general manager, Patrick Joyce. He responded by calling me the next day. He was horrified by the experiences I had. He generally seemed concerned and wanted to make it up to me. He even went as far to give me his cell phone number in case I had another bad experience.

Well, just five days later, I placed an order for delivery and, instead of receiving a pizza, I got the saddest pizza you have ever seen. But it’s not that it was just a botched order. It was intentionally tampered with and questionable to eat. It was so sad that my roommates wouldn’t even eat it.

Now, before you say I’m overreacting, read the emails that I sent to Patrick Joyce. They’ll set up the scene a little bit better.

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