I forgot to say that I got a spam phone call --
Ring Ring, "Hello?"
Depressed sounding young man, "Uh, hi, I'm calling about your website called Atomic Raygun -- cool name, by the way."
Me, with phone hand pulling back and finger poised to disconnect, "Uh, thanks."
"I'm calling because I represent Blah that enables you to post pictures and text to your website that can only be accessed with a password. Does this sound like something you need?"
"No."
Pause. "Well, goodbye."
"Bye"
Me (mentally) -- Wait! Are you ok? Cheer up, it can't be that bad! Get another job!

I like to ask people where they are -- because you never know. And I didn't, too bad. Sad, sad Spam-Boy. And why would anybody want such a thing anyway? If you are showing nekkid pitchers you want everyone to see, right? And if you aren't, then damme, no one is going to look. Sure, people can find out info about you -- theoretically that might be dangerous, but in reality, if you are me, it isn't. The sheer torrent of personal info camoflages to a certain extent. As a crummy blade of grass in a hayfield, I think that way. If I were a beauteous, young blade of grass it would be different. Well, so I can see why some people might need Blah, I suppose...