Generally speaking, when I make the effort to purchase concert tickets online, I am a tad bit panicky. These are the types of concerts that tend to sell out quickly, not unlike U2(mmmmm....ironic..((I take great pleasure in true inrony)).) The last thing I want to do is decipher the inexplicable messages these Captcha's create. Poor creation. This is a well intentioned program but I feel like the machines are winning regardless. Somewhere, James Cameron lights a cigar in victory when someone tries for minutes to crack the captcha code."I was right....the mechanized apocalypse is upon us. What can I do with all my billions? Maybe hijack Mount Rushmore........hmmmmm....."
I was blessed with some pretty stellar vision. I was told it was 20/15. This was back in the day. I'm assuming all the abuse I've done to my body throughout the years had a trickle down affect on my eyeballs, however, my joints is tight. So, when I am unable to crack the code, it's not for a lack of sound vision.
Based on the example above, the people at captcha have improved the clarity of their messages. Apparently they are not employed at The Cyberdyne Systems after all! But still, the issue persists. Making the messages AT LEAST legible seems valid, correct? Right, right? True, dat?
I'm on ticketmaster.com right now, flirting with the idea of becoming a merchant member of the Kiss army on August 9th. I've made a discovery that the hearing impaired have it even worse; holy shit! Ticketbastard asks the blind to play a mp3 message and then type as many word that they hear as possible. I just played the mp3 and I couldn't understand a fucking word! This is crazy! Was that spanish? No spreken ze Deutsch assclown!
More importantly, who is Larson Woodhouse and what's his angle? What's the score Woodhouse; what's your game sir? Have you come hear to mock me? Is your captcha case-sensitive? Are you a sensitive person in general? Do you repeat generally after a good rinse? Did you think that sounded dirty? Are you the man who's trying to catch me riding dirty, the man who haunts my dreams, if that is your real name!
So, two mailmen walk into a bar.......You know, the one about pissing on the bartender, etc. etc.?
It's little things like a captcha that alternately fascinate and infuriate; the kind of thing that would most assuredly peel a caveman's lid back in horrified awe.
"Some say computers is progress, well, that aint progress...."-
some dude Raleigh Waddhams waited on in a bike shop
Amen my trashy friend, amen.
ps I'm not really going to see Kiss
ps ps GO TIGERS!!!!!!!!
