If you haven’t noticed a Captcha lately, you obviously do not use the computer.
First of all, can you pronounce it?
Is that a distorted disco dance? Cha. Cha. Cha.
You see, I have this theory about Capt-Fuching-Chaaaaaa.
Some wizard–like-dude is standing behind a curtain like in Oz,
And every time we insert the wrong numbers and letters, this dude laughs louder and louder slapping his thigh, yelling:
“Dumb Ass! You. Are. A. Dumb. Ass.!”
So here I am trying to make a comment on some idiots blog. And there emerges the annoying as hell captcha like one of those ghastly-horrible-popular girls you despised in high school.
The thin one. The pretty one. The blonde one.
The one who giggled all the time because she was so damn happy she was thin and pretty and blonde.
I put the letters and numbers in because that’s what it tells me to do.
Not Good Enough for captcha.
But the thingy might as well be saying:
STUPID. IDIOT. DIM-WIT. IMBECILE. NINCOMPOOP.
Or…… Congratulations! You Now Passed the 4th grade!
The wizard dude is laughing like hell with that pretty high school chick.
They are laughing and snorting and abundantly amused because they know you are digressing back to your youth…..
Remembering when you totally doubted yourself.
Remembering when you had no self-confidence whatsoever.
And now you are cussing & howling at your computer because you can’t even figure out how to unravel an easy distorted puzzle that most humans or monkeys should be able solve.
–That is utter Bull Shit. That sucks rotten Eggs.
—Readers, is it me, or do you have problems with these Capt-Cha-Cha-Chas, too?