the fabled AESOPS

Posted on | November 15, 2009 | 10 Comments

Recently there was a spate of spammers joining the forum (phpBB incarnation) and posting links to Russian porn sites. The links were promptly removed, the spammers disabled and their ip addresses reported to Google spam alerts, and all was well.

Sadly, the porn spammers proved cunning in the extreme and re-registered at the forum stating their country of residence as New Zealand. Of course, the naïve admin was totally taken in, but super-sleuth Lord Douchebag kept his highly trained analytical eye on the objective facts, and the many things he recorded included the following:

1.the registering ‘members’ were using IP addresses of Russian internet providers.
2.Their posted links and stated ‘own websites’ were pointing to Russian domains.
3.The few posts made to the forum, and we have to appluad Lord Douchebgas keen eye in noticing such a fine detail, were written in the Russian language.

Well the admin says this COULD all be coincidence …

The Fabled AESOPS

Dedication to ones calling, ones mission in life, is a fine thing. Take for example the case of Boris Notgoodenough, once of the Soviet Union, but now living in a bedsit in Auckland. Not for him the healthy outdoors and sheepfarming and surf-lifesaving. Half the night he beavers away at his PC, living on nought but tea and biscuits. He does little more than work at promoting his ‘adult’ blog, sleep and taking his daily trip to the supermarket for tea, biscuits and paper hankies.

‘Interesting accent, sport,’ said the Sheila at the checkout.
‘Name is Boris, not Sport,’ said Boris. ‘Accent is Russian. My homeland.’
‘Sorry Doris. Didn’t recognise it.’
‘Your man on the way in speaks like him,’ quipped Wooly the shepherd.
Boris stopped in his tracks on overhearing the locals. He saw the alleged compatriot scurrying towards the checkout clutching his basket of provisions. What is more he recognised the nervous twitch, the nowhere stare and pale complexion of a fellow connoiseur.

Boris decided to hang around while the gentleman bought his provisions and then see if the opportunity arose to broach their common ancestry.

‘Biscuits, tea and paper hankies,’ bellowed the Sheila, paying skant regard to Igor’s privacy. ‘You two should have a party!’

As Igor shuffled towards the exit, Boris attempted a friedly greeting,
‘We should shop online, comrade. I see you too have Ruusian accent?’

‘I do! I met another only last week who also hails from the fatherland/motherland/frozen-wasteland!’
The two eyed another, partly in hope, partly with suspicion.
‘The other fellow generally shops here at around 5pm,’ said Boris.
‘We could arrange to meet him tomorrow, if he turns up then, and discuss our common ancestry/career/photos!’ declared Igor.

So they did…

All three congregated outside the supermarket looking at the weird ‘life outside the bedsit.’
‘Er, where shall we meet Boris?’
‘Life consists of bedroom and supermarket,’ said Boris.
‘Also library,’ added Igor.
‘Library!?’
‘Internet access when one’s own IP has been blocked by forum admin!’
‘Good point.’
‘We cannot meet in library.’
‘Not my room,’ blushed Boris. ‘Too many personal photos on wall! Family photos!’
‘Same here,’ added Ivan.
‘I suppose I could remove them, and stick up some other photos, just for the meeting …’
‘Of course! Good idea. Wouldn’t want photos like that over the bed normally.’
‘Over the bed?!’
‘I don’t have much space on my walls, due to filing and bookshelves,’ explained Boris.
‘Come to think of it, neither do I.’
‘We could have a rota, then, and meet in each other’s rooms.’

and thus the fabled AESOPS (The Aukland, ex-Soviet Obsessive Porn spammers) came into being, Katrina and Katerina being their favourites …

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