Okay, I’ll stop. That was starting to annoy even me.
Anyway, CAPTCHAs. I’m not a fan. Well, not normally. Today, with the clock ticking away and me clueless as to what to post (freakishly unusual, right?), I went to comment on a blog and the verification word was “squety,” and I thought, squety: extraordinarily sweaty to a degree that becomes squishy. Several blogs later, I got “unblyte,” thought unblyte: to clean up the crappy side of town, and realized I had myself some bloggity potential.
CAPTCHAs don’t suck! They are saving my sorry, NaBloPoMo attempting, blank staring, empty-headed, maybe-I-should-just-post-a-YouTube-video-and-call-it-a-night blogging ass!
I clicked along and jotted down more CAPTCHAs, getting a little annoyed at the blogs that sported clean, easy comment forms without requiring the typing of a nonsensical series of letters in order to tell people that I loved their blogs. You know, the ones I usually like best.
More of today’s CAPTCHAs:
pirco: off-brand flooring that is designed to look like hardwood
ferroot: stuff ferrets have for dinner if they decide to become vegetarians
rotmugs: coffee cups that get used for weeks on end without being properly washed—often found in offices inhabited by men
flestive: celebratory environment created by using lush botanicals
automerci: sense of gratitude felt by French women when receiving brand-spanking-new cars with giant bows on top of them, normally seen only in commercials and overly-romantic movies
untio: when Auntie kicks her hubby to the curb
bustoll: fare paid for a mass transit ride across town
coneso: indignant response by a dieter who has been caught and called out on sneaking a late-night ice cream treat
That’s it, folks. I promise to try harder tomorrow.