Turns out geek glasses are back (if they ever went away) but then, this is according to one of those "I thought I needed a poo... but it was triplets!" magazines. God knows they're my fashion bible. -_-
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| Jumper- H&M Brown vest- H&M Jeans- Internacionale Pumps- New look Necklace- from the lovely Launa in Ponderland check her out! |
So you may have gathered from my reading of 'junk' mags I've had a pretty uneventful few days. I have. What does one do in the event of uneventfulness? rant 'o' course! my subject; word effing verification!
The title gives it away somewhat but I'm sure you know what I mean. There you are, happily typing away your much appreciated, spell checked and thought provoking *some sarcasm here* comment on somebody's blog, you read and re-read it to check you come off as 'cool' and not an over eager "I love you! be my friend!" freak, satisfied with your attempt at literate nonchalance, you hit 'publish'.
Welcome to a world of blogger pain my friend. "tiipcata swedtk? Sure, whatever" you think impatiently, as you slowly type out the letters in the manner of your elderly technophobe relatives. "The characters you entered don't match the word verification. Please try again." *headdesk* -__- " eldi....eldish featch?" refresh, "sacagawea!?" refresh, "engelbert humperdinck!?WTF!" refresh...and so it goes on.
Now perhaps this is only me, but this process stirs within me a rage I knew not, comparable only to that felt by rake-face Sideshow Bob.
Please tell me I'm not alone in my frustration!
