Chinese Comment Spam ATTACK!

363 total blog posts, 363 total new comments, all in Chinese. Each one reads as follows:

華麗夢想,
夢世界,
酒店經紀,
酒店工作,
酒店上班,
酒店打工,
禮服酒店,
禮服公關,
酒店領檯,
華麗夢想,
夢世界,
酒店經紀,
酒店工作,
酒店上班,
酒店打工,
禮服酒店,
禮服公關,
酒店領檯,
華麗夢想,
夢世界,
酒店經紀,
酒店工作,
酒店上班,
酒店打工,
禮服酒店,
禮服公關,
酒店領檯,
華麗夢想,
夢世界,

Using Google Translator, I generated the following translation:

Beautiful dream
Dream world
Hotel brokers,
Hotel work
Hotel work
Hotel employees,
Dress hotel
Dress public relations,
Hotels took over Taiwan,
Beautiful dream
Dream world
Hotel brokers,
Hotel work
Hotel work
Hotel employees,
Dress hotel
Dress public relations,
Hotels took over Taiwan,
Beautiful dream
Dream world
Hotel brokers,
Hotel work
Hotel work
Hotel employees,
Dress hotel
Dress public relations,
Hotels took over Taiwan,
Beautiful dream
Dream world

I was angry at first, and I still am going to erase every single comment and change my moderation settings, but lets be honest: I couldn't ask for a more random string of hotel jargon for my random blog. So Be, wherever you find yourself in the Orient, whatever random blog you are currently spamming into oblivion, I will be the first person in history to say: Thank you for your comments. My blog has been infinitely improved by your Chinese hotel spam flair. May your paltry sweat shop wages continue to support you and your loved ones in a foreign land that I have never seen, where the sun sets. I will never forget you. I love you Be. I love you.

Change

This morning I am procrastinating a paper I have to write for my Advanced Spanish class. As I sit in the computer lab, trying to work myself up to putting satisfactory effort into the final class I will take as an undergraduate, I can't help but reflect on the several other times over the years when I sat in this same lab.

The last time I was in here it was December of 07 and I was supposed to be writing a paper on the Communist Manifesto. At the time I had decided to move back down to Cedar City. I had grown disenchanted with my circumstances up here, and in true Dan fashion, decided that the solution was to pull up stakes. As history has shown, I made the move, and lived in Southern Utah for the entire year of 2008. While there I learned a lot about myself through good experiences and bad. From the manic lows and highs of working in a residential treatment center, to an isolated summer as a tour guide in the ancestral home I had spent my whole life idealizing, to several months of unemployment, I experienced so much in that year, and emerged a better person. I have since returned home, all but completed my degree, and met Lorraine. Much has changed, with a lot more change on the horizon. Yet here I sit, procrastinating in the writing lab. I'm glad some things never change.

Two Weeks. Happiest Ever.

My blog has long been a strange collection of adventures. For several years now I've shared silly, sarcastic, and random posts with a smattering of editorials about things that bother me. My blog has been largely devoid of the seriousness and sentimentality that I am feeling right now, because frankly, I didn't have a whole lot to be sentimental about, and I'm not one to go public with my more serious moments.

It has been two weeks since Lorraine and I were engaged, and we've sort of been run over by the logistics train that is wedding preparation. More she than I, admittedly, but I feel her pain, anyway. I feel compelled however to publicly, or at least semi-publicly declare that I am supremely happy. Large segments of my life path have been shrouded in the confusion and darkness that come with a serious lack of much-needed perspective. From this relationship I have gained clarity that I never dreamed possible, and what seemed to be an unexplainable quagmire is now revealed to be a carefully formed path. One that I wouldn't change now for the world, as it has led me to who I am, and who I'm with today.

Lorraine is beautiful, intelligent, loving, and strong. She loves me for who I am, not in spite of it, something I had given up hoping for. I couldn't ask for a more supportive and loyal friend. I am so blessed to have her in my life. So yeah... she's pretty cool.

I am very happy. Even though I just got a phone call from the Wells Fargo fraud department. Somebody spent 50 dollars on Itunes using my credit card, and I have never been happier... okay... I was happier yesterday.

"Why, you slimy, double-crossing, no-good swindler."

There are a couple of Mexican guys that work in the nursery as laborers and machine operators. They are nice guys and hard workers, and I talk to them quite a bit. One guy in particular, named Juan, has always struck me as extremely familiar, though I've never been able to put my finger on why. On this drizzly Saturday morning, as I drove in for my four hour shift, I saw him operating a Bobcat, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. The guy is the spitting image of Lando Calrissian. The only thing he was missing was Han Solo's clothes. I am thinking about asking him if he is from Ciudad de los Nubes (Cloud City), but that would just be too much.