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Captcha schmaptcha

Am I the only person who apparently cannot read the ridiculous letters and numbers on captcha? You know the ones that you have to enter to leave a message on certain blogs or buy concert tickets or enter other secure sites.

Pretty sure it would be easier for me to buy a plane ticket to fly halfway across the planet to hand deliver my message I want to leave or pick up the tickets I want.

I mean, didn't they used to be actual words that could be read? Now it's like aPcoo94yuv. Except it's all slanty and run together. I shouldn't be confused about whether it's a lower case q or an upper case W. They are entirely different letters.

They whole thing makes me think maybe I am the hacker they're trying to keep out...

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  1. kkasunMarch 5, 2013 at 10:56 AM

    Yuck, I hate them! And the problem is that I usually comment and read blogs from my phone, so it is even worse!

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    1. kkasunMarch 5, 2013 at 10:57 AM

      BTW just in case you didn't know, your blog requires commenters to type it in there. I didn't know mine did, I thought I set it up not to, until someone told me. Just thought you would want to know!

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  2. Mrs. D'AmicoMarch 5, 2013 at 11:00 AM

    I hate it! Sometimes I don't comment on blogs because I really can't read those darn things! Glad I'm not alone :)

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  3. SarahMarch 5, 2013 at 9:43 PM

    I hate those things! I squint and try to decode it and most of the time Im like "F this!" and I get all frustrated!!! Only robots can decode them haha And most of the time I just guess and it works...so how effective are they really haha

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