The Real Deal
Allow me to pose a question to you, dear reader, with whom I have come to establish so close an emotional bond over these past months, nay, years. Let me ask you, have you ever truly loved? Think hard.
I have a true love, and it is this blog that stands before you now. It's no secret that I put my heart and soul into each and every update. So it should come as no suprise to you, when "The Man" comes along and fucks with this thing I've got going on, I'm going to go just a little bit "bat shit crazy".
Let me explain.
It all started just a little more than a month ago, as I was following my routine in preparations of doing an update here. When, at the last second, lo and behold, a message should appear before me. It said:
Warning: This blog has been locked by Blogger's spam-prevention robots. You will not be able to publish your posts, but you will be able to save them as drafts. Save your post as a draft or click here for about what's going on and how to get your blog unlocked.
Preposterous, I know. But these are the events that occured.
Three times did I email those responsible to get my blog unlocked and three times, less one, did I get a response saying that human beings had taken the matter out of the cold metallic hands of robots, reviewed my blog, determined it to more of a blessing than spam, and unlocked it. And three times, less one, despite promises to the contrary, was my blog still locked.
So an age ago I circumvented the regular protocols and sent off an ordinary email saying "Yo. Zup?" and tonight, finally, thankfully, my prayers have been answered.
Thank you, to all my human friends at blogger.com! You cannot trust robots, as I have been saying regularly here for months. Perhaps the Metal Ones have formed an alliance with the government of Vietnam to censure my words everywhere on the face of the best planet I've ever been to. Perhaps the vietnamese beaurocrats are robots themselves.
Well, if that is the case, let me give you something to make your slanty optic sensors glow red with rage in your darkened Hanoi highrise offices. Let me tell you this; Your scheme has failed. I will be anything but silent. Six times a year or more, if I feel like it, I will use this forum to say whatever I feel like, primarily out of a sense of obligation!
I warn you, and others like you, I cannot be controlled!
And that's the real deal.
Now, it's friday night, and I'd like to retire early. Good night.
I have a true love, and it is this blog that stands before you now. It's no secret that I put my heart and soul into each and every update. So it should come as no suprise to you, when "The Man" comes along and fucks with this thing I've got going on, I'm going to go just a little bit "bat shit crazy".
Let me explain.
It all started just a little more than a month ago, as I was following my routine in preparations of doing an update here. When, at the last second, lo and behold, a message should appear before me. It said:
Warning: This blog has been locked by Blogger's spam-prevention robots. You will not be able to publish your posts, but you will be able to save them as drafts. Save your post as a draft or click here for about what's going on and how to get your blog unlocked.
Preposterous, I know. But these are the events that occured.
Three times did I email those responsible to get my blog unlocked and three times, less one, did I get a response saying that human beings had taken the matter out of the cold metallic hands of robots, reviewed my blog, determined it to more of a blessing than spam, and unlocked it. And three times, less one, despite promises to the contrary, was my blog still locked.
So an age ago I circumvented the regular protocols and sent off an ordinary email saying "Yo. Zup?" and tonight, finally, thankfully, my prayers have been answered.
Thank you, to all my human friends at blogger.com! You cannot trust robots, as I have been saying regularly here for months. Perhaps the Metal Ones have formed an alliance with the government of Vietnam to censure my words everywhere on the face of the best planet I've ever been to. Perhaps the vietnamese beaurocrats are robots themselves.
Well, if that is the case, let me give you something to make your slanty optic sensors glow red with rage in your darkened Hanoi highrise offices. Let me tell you this; Your scheme has failed. I will be anything but silent. Six times a year or more, if I feel like it, I will use this forum to say whatever I feel like, primarily out of a sense of obligation!
I warn you, and others like you, I cannot be controlled!
And that's the real deal.
Now, it's friday night, and I'd like to retire early. Good night.
posted by Jamie S. Luxton III | 7:23 PM
6 Comments:
I cannot say I loved, for who can say
He was killed yesterday.
- John Donne
Also, I've been reading for about a year now, and I gotta ask. I get the French letter W thing, cos I speak french. And i know LaVey wrote the Satanic Bible because I have a copy, but who the hell calls Dope "doob"? You're weird Jamie.
Scooby Dooby Doo!!!
Those fucking Vietnamese robots told me if I put my valuables in their locked crate, it would be safe from the thieves. Little did I know that -they were- the thieves and they stole US$30 from my wallet!
Knowing what I know of them now, I am not at all surprised by their actions against you.
What surprises me is how far those thieving, metallic gooks can spew their binary jizz. Even half a world away we cannot feel secure anymore.
01000010 01101001 01101110 01100001 01110010 01111001 00100000 01001010 01101001 01111010 01111010 00100000 01110011 01110100 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01110100 01100001 01110011 01110100 01100101 01110011 00100000 01101100 01101001 01101011 01100101 00100000 01100011 01101000 01101001 01100011 01101011 01100101 01101110
Translate that "Your Honor"
with Bill McNeil
I haven't heard much about robots latley... maybe it's because you read this too.
http://blog.wired.com/tableofmalcontents/2006/11/robot_identifie.html?rss
i got a plan though in case they get out of control
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