I was met with this when I tried to write a new post this morning:
Blogger's spam-prevention robots have detected that your blog has characteristics of a spam blog. Since you're an actual person reading this, your blog is probably not a spam blog. Automated spam detection is inherently fuzzy, and we sincerely apologize for this false positive. We received your unlock request on April 9, 2007. On behalf of the robots, we apologize for locking your non-spam blog. Please be patient while we take a look at your blog and verify that it is not spam.
I know every blogger has come across it before but I think it's funny. It's funny because the robots are watching me. It's funny because you boys would believe that's true with every fiber of your being and would love every last second of it. So I will treat this moment with the respect it deserves.
I've watched "iRobot" and feel a certain comraderie with Will Smith's character (minus the whole near-death-car-crash-that-requires-I-go-through-life-with-a-robot-arm part) because I know robots think too. One minute the friendly Blogger Robots are detecting similarities in my blogging style (god I didn't even know I had a style! I don't have a style I know this but it sort of feels good to be told I do so I will accept it as fact) sending me little notes apologizing for how anally they seem to mull over my style (god! my style!), offering to buy me dinner (I took that part out so as not to make matters worse...uh...for you kids....mm-hmm). Next thing you know I'll be getting notes reminding me to get my cholesterol checked, put a load of whites in when I get home and feed the cat! Robots are out to take over the world. One crappy nonsense blog at a time. I still can't for the life of me figure out how they'll do that if they're sitting around (they do sit right?) looking at ridiculous things like this blog... but I guess they have personal lives too so who am I to judge?
Point is....part of me thinks they are trying to insult me though. My blog is not spam. Firstly, I have nothing to sell, unless we count you kids and I already tried selling you to Papa this weekend and he said "no". Secondly, I barely make my presence known at the other blogs I visit so it's not like I leave any type of nugget trail of wisdom let alone any slug trails of spam-tacular links. And Thirdly, the edible version of spam is just disgusting. It's like pork or chicken or turtle or something....ick! Only it's not their edible parts...more like their toenail clippings and leg shavings and whatnot.
Okay...geez...where was I going with this?
Oh yes! This is a real blog. Not a real GOOD one but a real one nonetheless. So robots disengage! Robots Stop! Robots End Program!
END PROGRAM!
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