We all have our spammers.

In the not-so-distant past mine have been allegedly inexpensive prescription drugs from Canada, sexual aids and the Nigerian prince who wants me to hold money for him for a small fee.

I did not respond to that stuff — just mark it as spam and click “delete forever” … and over the years most of it went away and I received, “Hooray No Spam Here!” notes from gmail.

That did not mean spam no longer clutters my inbox; it has just morphed in a way I did not expect:

It now comes mostly from people who will “fix” my site so that I will get more hits and make more money on ads …

Which mostly means they don’t get how this blog operates.

I write what I want to write because it pleases me to do so, and if a reader is vaguely entertained … well, great.

I don’t care about making money. I think I may have gotten $90 or something like that once upon a time. A decade ago. Since then, nothing. Which is fine.

What it says about the internet is this: Most of the people online apparently think they can wring a few bucks out of the rest of us who file occasionally.

I must be trying to make money off the web … Isn’t everyone trying to do that?

So I get vaguely insulting emails from people who want to “fix” this site. To wit: “I believe you would like to come top on searches for keywords related to: Your website… I found a number of SEO issues such as broken links, page speed issue, HTML validation errors, images with no ALT text …”

Blah, blah, blah.

In most cases, the alleged problems are not problems at all. The site mostly works, it can be read on mobile phones and what it looks like … well, I like it fine. It is about content, not images.

A son-in-law came up with the home-page image of the old typewriter. I like it.

The spammers I meet these days … they have a lot less imagination than Nigerian princes of the past. “Give me money, I will change your site in ways you don’t want or need.”

Not thanks. I would rather be responsible for what is discovered here and what it looks like. I am doing this for fun, not profit. Believe it or not.