In an effort to be a cool blogger, I am looking at other blogs. Additionally, in an effort to reward the blogger’s hard work, I attempt to leave a comment as evidence that there are in fact readers of said blog. (This in part motivated by the hollow echoing sound I hear upon return of my “Haloooow, haloooow, anybody out there there there?” on my own page) The comment part is easy. Clearly, anyone with a third grade education can string together a sentence or two; or better yet just toss a fistful of letters and symbols randomly at the page. OMG so 2 cute :)!!
Others might say that the comment, being the more creative freestyle part, requires the most intelligence in this process. They would be decidedly mistaken. The hard part is reading, deciphering and then retyping the security words. Never having been a user of hallucinogenic drugs, the swirly letters shaping the security words are totally alien to me. I write my pithy comment, quite pleased with myself, only to be completely stymied by the Defcon 3 Security measures it takes to allow this very dangerous communication to go through the blogosphere.
So I soldier on. Must just be a tough one. I see cat. I mean who doesn’t, but “digrifted”. What the heck? I go through 10, yes 10, attempts at the random visual clues. Okay, maybe I need to read the directions. I am sure I am simply misunderstanding some very obvious point, like maybe how to read. I wonder if this will affect my ability to read the directions, but I give it a try. The help box very helpfully indicates that you should guess the word if you don’t know it. Oh, very helpful. So back to “digrifted” with my new guessing technique. Perhaps the past tense of digging a rift, as in a narrow fissure in a rock. What would that be “cracked”? No. Or how about rifted as in a break in friendly relations, like boy I really rifted it with my BFF yesterday when I said “Are you sure those are capris or are you having trouble using the temperature cycle on your washing machine again? Remember H is for Hot not for Homely.” Either way I think we can all agree capris aren’t really all that flattering even for the “H-ist” as in hottest lady. Also a no. So what to do?
I know. I will try the auditory clues. Much simpler. Yes, it is, if you are used to listening to Soviet spies speaking Russian in a crowded bar with Madonna pumped in for ambiance while trying to hear the whisper of six words from Shakespeare spoken by an eighty year old lady seated with her back to you in a booth near the ladies room. Needless to say after repeated attempts to hear and understand the six whispered words, I give up. Discouraged, I look up to see that mysteriously my comment had actually posted a couple of times. To be accurate the exact same post had posted exactly seven times. So now everyone knows that I can in fact get past Defcon 3 Security. Plus I confirmed this seven times just to make my point. I am sure that does not make me seem weird at all. And I am certain that the author of this blog is thrilled to have such an enthusiastic reader of the blog. Someone is out there.
“Peace be within your walls and security within your towers!” Psalm 122:7