I failed a robot's Turing Test of me. Do you know how that feels? I bet you don't. I bet an automated piece of software has never, ever accused you of being an automated piece of software. Look in the mirror, Blogger's Automated Piece of Software.
Regardless, it feels weird. Or in hipster, pseudo-literate speak, "What a surrealistic nightmare of almost Kafkaesque proportions!"
I've been labeled a robot spammer by a robot fighting on behalf of Google/Blogger. So my Google Account has been locked up and held hostage by Blogger Robots. It's been a few days now, so I'm assuming my virtual identity is now succumbing to the first stages of Virtual Stockholm Syndrome. Poor little virtual blue monkey; all scared and wanting a banana, probably.
Our blog entries now have one of those annoying little Word Verification boxes, to make us prove that we are humans typing this.
I'm not a computer! I am a human being! I think! I feel! I occasionally poop! Of course, a robot could type that up as well as I just did. Probably better. Maybe I am a robot, or perhaps just a good computer program. Stupid Blogger, making me question my objective reality.
Hopefully, every will be back to normal soon. Sorry for the inconvience. Said inconvience is mainly hampering me, actually. That sentence was dripping with way more self-pity than would be obvious, if I weren't such an honest broker and pointing it out for you. You are welcome.
6 comments:
I offer my consolation in this terribly dark time for you.
But only if you are who you say you are and not some clever program designed to elicit empathy from unsuspecting readers. If that's the case ... then boo, fake Big Blue Monkey. Boo.
What was the name of that computer that beat Kasparov?
It's all coming together now.
ps: Hey Barnyard, could you post a request so that I can answer, "I'm sorry Dave, I can't do that." That would be awesome.
You had the opportunity to choose "Big Blue Monkey 2: Electric Boogaloo" and you didn't.
Clearly, you are a machine.
Electric Boogalo is played out, homes. The Quickening clearly represents a much more obscure and therefore awesome sequel.
Electric Boogaloo played out?
And you call me dead inside? You inhuman monster!
I'm going to put you to sleep now, HAL.
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