7 Reasons

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  • 7 Reasons Not To Have A Contact Form On Your Website

    7 Reasons Not To Have A Contact Form On Your Website

    Okay, up above these words in the menu bar, there’s a page called Contact Us, and we’re beginning to believe that it’s more trouble than it’s worth.  In fact, we’re beginning to think we should get rid of it altogether, and we’re coming round to the view that everyone else should too.  Now we’re not self-appointed web experts or internet gurus; we’re humourists.  If you have a website yourself, we can only advise you to free yourself from the tyranny of the contact form based on our own experience.  And, from our experience of having one of the damned things, here are seven reasons to get rid of it.

    1.  You’ll Have A More Manageable Penis.  One of the most frequent things that people use the contact form for is to attempt to sell us penis enlargement pills.  And by frequent, I mean we get a lot of penis enlargement offers.  In fact, if we don’t visit our inbox for a while it ends up chock-full of enlarged penises.  We aren’t really interested in any of these offers (I have a child now, so I probably won’t even need mine for the next eighteen years or so), but it’s a lot of stuff to wade through and ignore.  Well, I say ignore, I’m assuming that my writing partner Jon’s ignoring them too.  Perhaps he isn’t, though.  Perhaps Jon’s buying penis enlargement pills from everyone that’s offering them.  It could be that since we’ve been running 7 Reasons, Jon has purchased so many of these pills that his penis has become a major Kent landmark.  Maybe ruddy-faced locals in smocks are staring at his chemically-enhanced appendage right now and pointing up at it with awe.  Perhaps it’s on Google Earth.  Who knows?  One thing’s for sure, it’ll be a major hazard to air travellers as the other thing we get offered almost every day is Viagra.

    2.  You’ll Get To Read Less Gibberish.  When the contact form isn’t trying to enlarge our penises, it sends other stuff too.  It sends gibberish.  Most things containing the subject heading “7 Reasons Contact Form” look like someone just pressed many keys at once.  Frequently, we get the message that “sdkjfkl;sdfjsjsdk;” wrote “sjklsdhfkjsdhfjksdfhsjdfhjlksfsdhthurthw”.  This is not helpful.  In fact, it’s quite scary that “mgklksfdlgjkhg” writes “mxvnbcxn,bvcxb,mvxc” and “hytfhtyhtfyh” writes “vbnmbmnmbnm” on such a regular basis.  Our contact page is fairly dull, but it’s not soporific enough to make this many people doze off on their keyboards while they’re reading it.  So perhaps this is just the law of averages.  Perhaps one person a day actually falls down dead while looking at our contact form.  They’re probably dying when they’re reading other posts too, it’s just that we won’t get to know about that.  7 Reasons could be killing them in their droves: We might be the greatest practitioners of genocide since Pol Pot*.  Either that, or – I don’t know – but we only get stuff like this from the contact form, not via email or our comments section.

    3.  Your Life Will Contain Less Mystery.  This morning, via the contact form, we received this question: “When does it start airing?”  That’s it.  That’s the entire message.  But what does it even mean?  When does what start airing?  Is this an enquiry about my laundry?  Is this an enquiry about Jon’s penis?  7 Reasons: The Panel Show?  Who knows?  Certainly not me, and I don’t want to wake up to a mystery of a morning; I’m not Quincy.  I just want to wake up to find that it isn’t raining and that there are coffee beans in the house.  I would be able to do that if it weren’t for the contact form.

    4.  Your Messages Will Go To The Right Person. Above our contact form we clearly direct people that wish to write for us to a different page containing a dedicated email address for guest post submissions.  This is a (vain) attempt to try to limit the number of identical submissions we receive about car insurance (purportedly all from different people) and to get them sent directly to Jon – who’s in charge of guest post submissions – rather than to me.  He’s more patient than I am.  He’s calmer than I am.  On receiving his ninth identical offer of a car insurance post in a day, Jon’s veins bulge, he turns red, he emits a sound that is part scream, part bellow and part mating call of a rhinoceros and begins to punch the nearest table or wall.  I, on the other hand, don’t take receiving them nearly as well.  So there’s no likelihood of these things getting used and we just end up getting rather worked up when we receive them.  Well, I do.

    5.  You’ll Feel Better About Yourself.  This is from the contact form:

    ***** wrote:

    Hi

    My name is *****.

    I would like to ask you if its possible to buy the picture of the lemons in a

    high resolution (300ppi 160mm x 200 mm).

    And if you have it form a other place can you tell me where?

    Greetings *****

    This refers to a picture of lemons that – in the same way that approximately 99.99999999% of websites source their pictures – we got from Google Images.  There’s no way of replying to this person (that amazingly managed to give us their own name three times during the course of a tiny message) without sounding sarcastic.  “Dear *****, we did get it from another place.  It is available here.  Yours sincerely, the 7 Reasons team” would make us look rather mean.

    We’ve also received this:

    Do you stock a Thermos type water jug to use on invalids bedside, I can’t find one in cataloues.

    That’s just heart-breaking.  Could we, in all conscience, send a reply saying “sorry, as a humour website we carry no stock of thermal water jugs, could we tempt you with a mildly Francophobic t-shirt?”   No.  Of course not.  So we either have to spend our time researching random queries from confused people or feel really bad about ourselves.

    6.  You’ll Hear Less About The Colour Of Hats.  The other thing we frequently receive via the cursed contact form are offers of help.  Technical help.  Traffic driving help.  Messages that variously offer to help us “engage strategic initiatives”, “harness value-added solutions”, “integrate visionary partnerships” and “orchestrate bricks-and-clicks infomediaries”.  A recent message discoursed for so long about white hat SEO, black hat SEO and grey hat SEO that I almost lost the will to live and – had I been viewing the contact form – I would have been in danger of sending myself a gibberish message with my face.  As it was, I began to think about purchasing a hat.  What I wasn’t thinking about was taking anyone up on their kind offer to improve our website with their baffling and incomprehensible gobbledygook.

    7.  You’ll Receive A Better Standard Of Correspondence.  Groucho Marx brilliantly and wittily advocated exclusivity when he famously said, “I wouldn’t want to belong to any club that would have me as a member”, and this can be applied to the Contact Form too.  Because the contact form makes us too accessible.  It’s too easy to get in touch with us.  If it were more difficult to get hold of us, then we’d get a better class of correspondence, because the act of having to do a tiny bit of research to find our contact details and paste them into an email program could well cut out the spammers and raise standards.  Perhaps the extra time and effort that this will take will cause people to reflect on whether they really need to contact us at all.

    It boils down to this:  If you have a contact form, it’s a magnet for spam in all its forms: penis-related-spam; gibberish-spam; spam that consists of bizarre utterances from the mad; spam that shouldn’t even be going to you; spam that is just flabbergasting or heartrending in its naivety; spam about hats.  The one thing we rarely receive from the contact us form is any sort of meaningful correspondence.  That all comes via email or Twitter.  We’re going to be brave; we’re going to be bold:  We’ve looked at the correspondence we receive via our contact form, and we’re going to disable it.  And if you have a website that has one, we recommend you go back through your inbox and have a look at how much worthwhile correspondence you’ve received through it.  We’re guessing it’s not as much as you think.

    *The level of interest in our latest competition bears this out.

  • 7 Reasons That This Is Not A Circular

    7 Reasons That This Is Not A Circular

    A buff envelope has arrived.  It bears the legend, “THIS IS NOT A CIRCULAR”.  But I already know that.  I can tell.

    An envelope which states on the front that "This Is Not A Circular"
    I made this in Photoshop to protect confidential information and to prevent the internet from stealing my soul. (I am referring to the envelope. I did not construct Milton Keynes in Photoshop)

    1.  It Has A Puzzling Series Of Numbers And Letters Above My Name. No one receives circulars with baffling and impenetrable sets of numbers on them – unless they subscribe to a sudoko magazine – so it’s definitely not a circular.  The reference numbers and letters are a puzzle in themselves though:  Why are there so many of them?  Does this organisation really need a forty-six character indexing system?  Is it merely coincidence that my waist size and the amount of times I’ve eaten trifle in the past six months are contained within the numbers?  Is this what happened to Dan Brown?

    2.  It’s From Rhyll. Circulars tend to be fun, exciting things that you’ve subscribed to, and are happy to receive.  They don’t come from Ryhll: Home of nothing fun and exciting (It’s the town motto).

    3.  It Says “PRIVATE AND CONFIDENTIAL” On It. It doesn’t just say “private and confidential”; it shouts it with great portent, in a bold, roman font in capital letters.  This is presumably to instil terror into the heart of any ne’er do well that may be thinking of breaking into the letter.  It commands non-addressees not to open it.  The contents couldn’t be safer if they digitally encoded them and gave them to MI5.  Really, they couldn’t.

    4.  I Can See That It’s Not A Circular.  It’s got four corners.  It’s a rectangular.

    5.  Because My Name Is Spelled Correctly. It’s an easy giveaway.  No circular – The Chap magazine, the Isle of Wight Donkey Sanctuary newsletter, Tiramisu Consumers Monthly, the Rohan catalogue (as soon as I finish writing this, I’m going to subscribe to more interesting things, I promise) – ever spells my name correctly.  It’s the law.  Some of them (I’m thinking of you, Font Magazine) manage to spell both of my names incorrectly – and my address – though it is done very neatly and tastefully.

    6.  It’s In A Buff Envelope. No fun personal correspondence comes in a buff envelope.  None.  In fact, nothing exciting comes in a buff envelope.  White envelopes, yes.  Yellow envelopes, yes.  Purple envelopes, yes…every colour other than buff, which isn’t even a colour, except on envelopes.  Has anyone ever painted their house buff?  No, they haven’t.  That would be silly.  And dull.

    7. Because I Don’t Want To Open It. I feel an instinctive aversion to opening the envelope.  It looks like it contains something really boring.  This never happens with circulars, except the Toolstation catalogue (white envelope), which always reminds me that I should be hammering and banging at something, and that I don’t own enough power-tools (to build a nuclear submarine).  If you want me to open the envelope print, “THIS IS A CIRCULAR” on it, or add a picture of a happy dog to the front.  That may fool me.  Then I won’t ignore it while I write about it before heading off to do something more interesting than reading it.  Visiting a quilt museum, for example.

  • Russian Roulette Sunday: The Words Behind The Words Behind The Reasons.

    Russian Roulette Sunday: The Words Behind The Words Behind The Reasons.

     

    It’s Russian Roulette Sunday and this week we thought we’d give you a flavour of the creative process that goes into 7 Reasons.   A lot of correspondence is generated through the running of this website – much of it more bizarre than the stuff we usually post.  It entertains us, so we thought we’d post an out of context glimpse at it.  We’ve been inspired to do this by the brilliant internet phenomenon, sleeptalkinman.blogspot.com.  It seems that the entire world has being reading that.  We’re pretty sure that there are octogenarian Japanese soldiers on desert islands still fighting World War II, unaware that it has ended, that have been reading that blog this week.  We’d like to pay homage to them by bringing you…(Deep movie-trailer voice)

    The Words Behind The Words Behind The Reasons

    “Interestingly, if you swap the H and M around from Helen Mead you get Melen Head.”

    “A siren is audible in the background when my name is mentioned. This is unsettling.”

    “I have no other feedback, but I am conditioned to working in sevens.”

    “Sorry for the length of this email, it was meant to be short. I suppose anything is better than putting tinsel up”

    “I don’t care if I am deemed to be a bad sport.”

    “The current situation is that I am a genius and everything is working again.”

    “I loathe revisionism, but I think it’s justified…I’m pretty sure that no one will notice if it disappears.”

    “If I haven’t tweeted by about midday tomorrow, it is not because I’m not near a computer, it is because I’m spinning the tag cloud around. I find the way that it moves absolutely mesmerising. In fact, I’m off to play with it now.”

    “You’ve probably grasped the concept just by looking at the picture. It’s a tombola”

    “While writing this I came up with a fifth possible (and became Donald Rumsfeld).”

    “You basically want to steal my Jolly Interesting ideas and pass them off as 7 Reasons’ own? I like your style.”

    “Then I went to the bathroom and had an idea. I wasn’t even in the bath, just near it.”

    “Anything with a half naked woman goes down well with me. Even a photoshopped half-naked woman. She’s like our mascot.”

    “There is always a rogue apostrophe. Just like a Bond Villain would leave a bullet, I leave an apostrophe. It’s my calling card.”

    “Surprisingly enough I do have a postal address. Are you sending me a mug?”

    “I don’t know what the opposite of “hurrah” is, but imagine that it says that here.”

    “You’ve been on fire this week. Thirteen hours early sometimes, but on fire.”

    “Realising a tie points to your penis and using it as a comedic observation is quirky; Realising a tie points to your penis and looking it up on the internet is weird. A fine line, admittedly.”

    “I have just broken the internet. Nice touch!”

    “I retire.”

    “I believe that I have addressed all of the things that I needed to and more (except for thumbs)”

    “I’m fairly certain that we can say the wrong thing seven more times.”

    “Feel free to do a celebratory dance.”

    “Being back at my parents who live without wi-fi means I may be slow when it comes to replying to emails. Or I may just be ignoring you.”

    “…we can announce that the 2010 logo will be auricularly-challenged Post-Impressionist painter, Vincent Van Gogh.”

    “Sarah, via the medium of the comments section, is criticising your “leavc” typo in the post…you might also want to swap the “Ike” for “Icke”, “Barak” for “Barack” and “Lettermen” for “Letterman” which she has failed to notice, before she does.”

    “Congratulations on being a genius. It feels good doesn’t it?”

    “Didn’t I suggest a film the other week? Stop stealing the best ideas.”

    “I have some issues with you ending up with Sandra Bullock and me getting the eye from what could be an amorous polar bear confused by my strange hat/scarf thing (a harf? A scat?), it doesn’t look like that will end well.”

    “They are on my browser. Maybe your computer was just cold last night.”

    “Aryan Fraulein dating sounds like a niche market to me, but maybe one we could exploit.”

    “My body may sleep, the 7 Reasons portion of my brain does not.”

    “I can’t overstate how categorically The Great Outdoors and Cliffhanger_1 aren’t there.”

    “I’ll be standing on the desk, arms aloft, running around impersonating an aeroplane and at least two other things.”

    “You’re like Richard Bacon to my Arlo White.”

    “Ask the next person you see to pat you on the back. That should work.”

    “I always feel out of my comfort zone writing about sport. Norman Mailer wrote about sport. Hemingway wrote about sport. It’s quite intimidating company.”

    “You’re like Lynne Truss to my er..Lynne Truss.”

    “I have no problem with you leaving the apology in, you’ll be pleased to know. I accept it.”

    “I was hoping that we might “break” America. That we’ve gone over well in Widnes is scant consolation, though I concede that it would be bloody funny if it happened to someone else, or in a sitcom.”