Die Die Die!

or Why I Hate Google CAPTCHAS

Ok, I am 52... yeah 52, I know on Death's short list now, and a few years ago I had to get glasses to read after having perfect, eagle-eyed vision my whole life. I ranked expert in rifle and pistol in the military and was always known for keen aim. Now age has come along like that one cousin that picks his nose and wipes it on the underside of your favorite living room chair.

So anyway this rant comes courtesy of Google's blogger.com. I understand the reasoning for CAPTCHAs. Spammer bots sent out by assholes of the lowest order, also known as douche bags, dickheads and gobbed nosed pin heads, will over take over comments to hawk their latest penis enlargement, quick weight loss, or Viagra ad! Sidenote, have you noticed that 50% of the spam ads these days have something to do with penises? Guys, what the hell is that all about?

Back to point, so I am reading everyone's blog or at least trying to but as I leave a comment google wants me to prove I am not a bot. Fair enough, but damn I am not a.. well.. bot! How the hell am I supposed to be able to read a photo of an address number somewhere in the US taken from SPAIN! Seriously? A lot of those are so small that I not only need my glasses but a magnifying lens! Add to that the words that look like they were penned by Jerry Garcia after he took the brown acid and I now I am spending my time reading "Prove you are not a Bot. The characters you entered didn't match the word verification. Please try again." over and over till visions that would John Carpenter curl up in a corner and cry are spiraling through my head.

So if you don't get a comment from me on your blog it does not necessarily mean I did not read it or want to comment, it most probably mean that I am off screaming somewhere and kicking puppies telling children there is no Santa Clause because of the damn CAPTCHAS!

This rant has been brought to you be the letter F, for F**K Google CAPTCHAS!

By the way this is not my weekly blog this is just a rant.