There were over 60,000 spam messages in the comments on this blog.

Instead of killing them one-by-one, I destroyed all the comments, including the good ones.

Sorry, but I just wasn't going to do all the work required.

Now, I hope sometime this week I can find time to upgrade the software to preclude spammers from taking over my site.

A lot of people get worked up over email spam; I don't. It's easy to kill. But Web spam is harder to kill, and I do get upset about that. People who construct programs and robots to litter other people's sites with extraneous, off-topic links and messages won't get defense from me.

The new Brad Bird flick from Pixar/Disney is as fine a film as Toy Story, Monsters, Inc., or The Incredibles, though with one difference: I doubt that little children will like it as much. This is, really, an adult film. Or, perhaps, an adult film for the whole family, one in which the children might enjoy but only at the expense of not understanding huge chunks of it. After all, it's about gourmet cooking, which is not exactly a kiddie fixation, like toys, monsters, or super-heroes.

Call me romantic, but what could be better? Paris! Cooking! Rats! A youngster realizing his individuality at work!

Besides, this has the best onscreen kiss since . . . Hot Shots, Part Deux.