I'm not a robot-the end - Sweet Creek Moon

It’s that little infuriating box [I think of it as the box of hideousness and despair] that pops up after you’ve tried to leave a rather marvelous comment on someone’s blog–the one that wants you to prove you’re not a robot by typing “the two words.”

[Here I must pause for a yoga pose of relaxation–this is the Happy Baby pose–shhh–I’m focusing–except that I can’t for the life of me figure out why this particular pose is the Happy Baby pose. I frankly admit that I am not happy in any way, shape (particularly that) or form (my attempts are laughable), but I am relaxed.]

No. I am not relaxed.

Back to the box of hideousness and despair.

They’d like you to prove that you’re not a robot by typing “the two words”–which actually aren’t even words in the very language we speak–and–AND [I’m not shouting–just emphasizing]–the second word isn’t a word because it’s a number.

The letters look like they were copied from something someone salvaged in the way of a document from a ship–yes–a ship that is at rest at the bottom of some ocean–the ink looks all smudgy and the letters are connected in ways that aren’t proper and who in this world of ours can read them.

And the numbers? That’s a new and exciting part of the “prove you’re not a robot” plan of elimination. Hey–let’s have someone’s three-year-old take a picture from the back seat of a car–with an iPhone–as the car is moving–and from a distance of–oh–let’s say at least a playground away from the actual set of numbers.

Which brings me to this little symbol of astonishment and greatness. Translated correctly it means “please-click-here-if-you’d-like-to-hear-the-words-and-numbers-that-you-can’t-read.”

It’s superbly effective.

If you have not had the pleasure of listening to what sounds like a robot of excellence speaking through a towel and surrounded by four-teenage boys eating bags of potato chips while someone runs the tree shredder in the background–you should try it.

It’s a super helpful way to prove you’re not a robot.

Which brings me to this.

There is a chance that some of you are robots. If that’s the case, please continue to read the blog, but don’t ever comment. I don’t want to know any of your robot ways or any of your robot opinions and I certainly don’t want to share any of your robot recipes.

For the normal, enthusiastic rest of you–guess what? I’ve figured out how to disable the box of hideousness and despair.

BoOm.

And just in case there is another soul who whose young life may have been adversely affected and altered by the box of hideousness and despair–I present [tun-tun-tun-tah] the remarkably clear instructions on how to disable it. Except for the photos are not remarkably clear.

[It is at this point that I gently remind you that I am not a photographer.]

Go to Blogger Dashboard.

Click on the pull-down menu to the right of your blog title.

Scroll to ‘Settings’.

Click on ‘Posts and Comments’.

Scroll down to ‘Show ~~the box of despair and hideousness~~ word verification.’

Click on ‘No. No way. NO.’

Remember to go up to the right hand corner and ‘Save settings’.

Unless you want tears to well up in your eyes.

Remember–this whole process can be reconfigured and undone and certainly changed.

So–again–robot bloggetters–don’t be gettin’ your robot ways up in my face. [snap-snap]

To the rest of you–may the comment that is in your heart be left without pain at the bottom of this post.

I’m not a robot–the end

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