Disaster Preparation: When the Onslaught Never Comes...

Do you ever psych yourself up in preparation for the worst and then find yourself ever-so-slightly disappointed when "the worst" doesn't happen?

It was more than a month ago that, inspired by Kady's post, I disabled word verification on Hobo Siren (I actually didn't even know I had it on). Thus you're all free to comment at-will without having to decipher some ridiculous, illegible, accidentally crude letter-puzzle.

Do yourself a favor and google-image search "worst word verification"

This mode of verification exists to discourage spam-bots from commenting on blogs. When I disabled verification I thought oh man this is gonna be a spam-storm! 

Except I have not received one spam comment. (I kind of got my hopes up that this one comment was spam but it turns out it was just from a sincere admirer who was referred to my blog by another reader.)

Two weekends ago Kady, B and I went to this dive-y karaoke bar in Northeast Minneapolis. We got carded at the door and the giant, greasy bouncer said to me, "Damn girl I got a thing for redheads. They're my kryptonite. I can't help myself." To which I responded as I normally do when assaulted with the fetishization of my adopted hair-color: "It's fake. My natural color is salt-n-pepper."

"It don't matter," he said. "I can't help myself. Girl, I'm gonna be hittin' on you all night."

Great I thought to myself, I'm going to have a skeezy bouncer in my face all night. And I prepared myself for battle.

Except he didn't hit on me all night. He didn't even hit on me part of the night. I kept waiting for the onslaught of skeez but it never came and I found myself asking, "What's wrong with me? Why doesn't anyone wanna spam my blog?"