I think I lurve you.
I assume this is a thread that gets read once and a while, so I will post here.
I have no interest in moderating actual threads for content/politeness/whatever but I will gladly take a Deputy's badge to blast away at these goddam spammers. I have an odd schedule as it is and we have members from around the world so 24/7 coverage is more than feasible.
Clearly, the "worker bees" are not around to take care of this stuff on the weekends and this is when it runs wild.
As a starting suggestion, could not the top 100 active posters be given the authority to delete this crap? IT people that are around-anything better as a suggestion?
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I think I lurve you.
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As I'm looking right now, 14 of the 25 topics on the "Today's Posts" page are completely spam. I'm afraid to think what awaits inside the real threads
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For all intents and purposes the forum is, at this moment, unusable.
Wheat is the new tobacco. Spread the word.
I like this idea. Somebody's gotta be able to keep house on the weekends.
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I would also be glad to volunteer in anti-spam patrol. I'm not a top-100 poster anymore, but in part that's because there's so much cruft to slog through.
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15:10 EDT They've taken over again. No, I don't want to watch a live stream of anything. The offer stands.
Wheat is the new tobacco. Spread the word.
Yup, it looks like today it's taken over during their lunch hour. I'm merely commenting to bump this message above the spam.
I volunteer to be a mod, but I've made that offer repeatedly. The amount of spam blowing up the forums is just ridiculous.
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