Dear Akismet, what gives?

Dear Akismet,

when we first met, it was a rocky beginning. You were clumsy, aloof and kept dropping spam on my blog. I wasn’t sure I’d ever call you back. But something made me do it. There was something about you, the French call it…I don’t know what. So there I was late one night, dialing your number. You answered, we went out for lunch and finally clicked. It was wonderful, I was smitten. You made me feel wonderful, like a huge load of spam had been taken off of my comments. We laughed, we posted, we put spam where it belongs.

But lately you’ve been cold, preoccupied and distant. We used to go out all the time, stopping spam dead in its tracks. But now we hardly go out. You don’t seem to have time for me anymore. My comments are once again littered with spam and I’m too depressed to handle it on my own.

Come back to me Akismet, Papa Bear needs his Honey.

Love, Papa Bear

2 Responses to “Dear Akismet, what gives?”

  1. Chad Dickerson Says:

    Same thing is happening to me. . . ugh.

  2. Ryan Says:

    Good, then it isn’t just me.

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