All's quiet on the overnight front, it seems.
In fact, it's now been two ONE whole nights since the last onslaught of job creators, snake-oil heat panellers, dick-wangers and get rich quick underwear gnomes. (If we can discount the one, Midwest manchild, would-be potentate, that is. So let's.)
No cryptic Cyrillics. No masqueraded direct mail pamphlets. Not one eLmonade stand proffered.
Could it be, dare we hope? Have the intrepid efforts of the elfling and her busy sprites beat back the reaches of the darkest retail corners of the web?
I, for one, welcome our RoboBojo overlord.
On to the troll army.