Google+ the biggest pile of poo since the last T-Rex took a dump or brighter and more caustic than it should be for its age?
I’ve been insulted by professionals.
When I was born the midwife took one look at me and slapped my Father.
When I put in my pre-approved papers for Mummy’s regiment, the Old 666th Knee & Crotch, the recruiting officer shot the regimental mascot goat and then shot himself.
And now, trying to update that gloopy great nonsense known as “Google+“, I’ve been insulted by machine.
‘Are you sure that people will recognise you in this photo? It doesn’t seem to have a face in it.‘
Well really.
I know that my face looks as though it’s been lived on by an entire caravan of geriatric vegan camels but I do still have two eyes, a nose and a mouth, and they’re the only ones I’ve got – I’m rather inordinately fond of them.
I doubt that I shall ever pluck up the courage and confidence to go out in public again.
My life is over. I shall have to become an inebriate recluse. Sort of a Miss Havisham in trousers. Send word to cover the mirrors, close the shutters and put in a repeat order for Hendrick’s.
Ruddy Google.
Sniffle.
That is both hilarious and intriguing. I thought their face recognizer was a little more advanced. Maybe neural networks aren’t the future, after all…
Either that or the interwebnet is my family equivalent of the vampire’s mirror … maybe it’s more advanced than I give it credit for?