What is even the point??

Comment spam. Every day I have to delete comment spam. What the fuck do they even expect to gain?? They post spam in old posts that no one looks at anymore.

The worst is when they post spam to my blog about unsolved murder. Under a post about a murdered child I’ll find spam for drugs and porn. These people really do suck.

Oh, I just read that the point is it makes the jerks pages look like they’re getting a lot of traffic. I’m not a programmer. Can anyone tell me what I can do to at least slow it down? I block the IP’s everytime it happens, but of course there are endless IP’s, it’s not a terribly useful solution. I wildcard it when I can, when I get a lot from a certain range of IP addresses.

People suck. Except for you guys, of course.

I Made the Duke Chronicle

Thanks to Janie Morris at the Special Collections Library, I’m giving a presentation about my research at a Scholar’s Tea. Look at this great ad that appeared in today’s paper!

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23 Freaking Boxes

I did 23 boxes yesterday. That’s a record. 23.

23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23.23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23. 23.

I’m Coming Home, Damnit

On 2/12 I was up to 166 boxes.

As of yesterday I’m up to 273. Just look at what panic will do! And that was with missing days due to cat illness. 273 boxes translates to 3 boxes going home with me.

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If only I was going at that rate all along, but I’ll try not to think about that. And it’s not true that I could have, in any case. I didn’t know anything and had to move that slowly to learn the story of the lab. Now I can go quickly because I know what I’m looking for.

I’m leaving on March 12th. I’ve got 121 boxes left that I want to see. Wish me luck. Because I’m coming home no matter what. My friend Ruby is coming down on a train and is driving back with me.

Home, home, home! New York Fucking City! I don’t have time to list all I’m looking forward to getting back to because I must shower and look at MORE BOXES.

Look Who’s Eating!

They actually didn’t eat very much but it’s a start. Plus, no one has thrown up in two days, AND Finney just tried to knock over my cup of coffee. GOOD BOY.

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