I’ve been getting a lot of what seem to be spam comments lately. At first, they were things that sounded like real comments, but obviously weren’t. For example, I got a “Useful, thank you!” comment on The Demise of the Great Pink Thing. Um, what? Oh, so you’re planning to go on a world tour with a scarf, too? Congratulations.

Yeah, there were a lot of “Useful, thank you”s, along with some things that just inserted the name of the title in an irrelevant comment. One person/bot wrote, “I didn’t understand some parts of this comment, They like me, they really like me!, but it sounds interesting, so I’ll be sure to check it out.” Okay, that makes no sense at ALL. It’s like he/she/it burst into an ecstatic reverie in the middle of a business speech.

And today I had every post receive a comment that said, “add your blog to msn” or something. My heavens. Is this the price of fame?

But anyway, spammers, if you can read this, you are dealing with one very web-savvy novice knitter. I’m not sure you want to mess with someone wielding multiple pointy objects… even if they are just knitting needles.

P.S. By the way, The Pink Thing has been frogged!! My camera is acting up (once again), but don’t worry, full details are coming soon!

Well, we’re back! The only person who commented on whether or not to let The Pink Thing live suggested letting it live a few days longer. We liked that idea, but we wanted The Pink Thing’s last days to be really special! So we packed our bags and headed off on a world tour to The Pink Thing’s favorite places.

I wonder if you’ve noticed just how many Venetian gondoliers wear scarves? Although none of them are pink, fluffy, and sparkly, The Pink Thing felt a particular attatchment to the place.

In Hawaii, The Pink Thing relished its machine washability by big-wave surfing and not even shrinking in the drier.

The Pink Thing wanted to go to the Irish countryside to see sheep, from whom he feels connected to. (The delusional thing seems to believe it’s pure wool, when we all know it’s just acrylic.)

But all Pink Things must come to an end, and so it was time for the frogging.

But not today. I’m too jetlagged. Maybe tomorrow.