Persons posing as Zoroastrians have been spamming my blog unmercifully. These so-called Zoroastrians are named ridiculously usual things like Austin and Emily, Bob O' Brian and Brian, Rosemary and Norma, Georgina Black and Thomas and Patrick. The really curious thing is that they are (thus far) 17-in-1 and do not add a morsel, jot, or iota of weight to the visitor counter. It must be some sort of special Zoroastrian trick...
Dear Zoroastrians, I have announced your presence and hailed your names. Now please go away. Thank you.
This includes even you, Christina Estenopolis of the more interesting name and the invisible web site, who just popped up.
Dear Reader, should you find that comment approval is enabled, you will know that the Zoroastrian pillagers have poured over the curtain wall and into the Palace. Please proceed down the page in the usual fashion, keeping a sharp lookout.
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Wednesday, March 08, 2006
2 comments:
Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.
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To the towers of silence with the lot of them!!
ReplyDeleteNow there's the martial spirit!
ReplyDeleteSo how's the book? I just went to your blog: no news...