Friday, March 03, 2006

Change to Security

Ahh, the delicate balance. First I had too much security, now, I have too little. Butterflies in the Cayman Islands are dropping from exhaustion. So security has been updated once more.
Can I please, please, make a comment?
Why, yes!
Do I get to play a game?
Free of charge.
Thank you! thank you!
I do what I can.
Yes, it's true. Now when you make a comment you have to indentify and type in some cool letters. And, for those fans of the DaVinci Code, you can make you own conspiracy theory from them. If you like. No pressure. So, in conclusion, comment away. Butterflies, rest secure, I will trouble you no more.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Love your blogs, sis.
Sorry I don't comment much but I'm way behind on everything!!! Including reading your blog. Speaking of which, gotta run!!! Love to all!

Effie said...

Ah, so she has succumbed to the spammers of the blogiverse just as I did--alas and alack, this seems to be the only way to keep them at bay (hey, that rhymed!)

mine says: qkktpjw
I think it means:
Quick Kids, Katy's Toilet Paper Just Wilted--what do you think?
Love,
Effie

Naomi said...

I didn't even try the no game way. The game is fun. You'll learn to love it! (Or not...)

Today I'm being told to leave hugs and kisses---oxoela
oxo and e-xtra l-ove a-lways!

*Mine was just being sweet!*

Anonymous said...

Security, we've got some rabble rousers here and they're playing with the security codes! All that time and effort Cara has put into writing excellent stories and amusing us with parenting Olympics (sounds like the games were taken from life) and instead of comments they're leaving codes!

(and I can't really play... Friday after work brain drain!)

Really, though, I've quite enjoyed this blog!

Cara said...

I have to comment on this. What urgent messages! Katy's toilet paper has just wilted? The computer was absolutely right to send an urgent message to her dawdling offspring. I wonder what other foreknowledge the mighty calaculator can produce? And just how, may I ask, did it know that everyone in Naomi's email circuit needed hugs ... today? Is the computer sentient? Is it aware of my emotional needs? "Sob" Does it, really, understand me? So good to be loved. Incedentally my message reads "Cara Marshall Kuhl you xylophone" I have yet to discypher its deeper meaning.