So you're just going along in life, hoping that good things are headed your way. You decide to visit your friend, internet. "Oh! Hey, internet! I think I would like to purchase this item/comment on this blog/sign up for this site that will email me a Garfield comic every Thursday at 3pm."
But internet is moody sometimes...
You: I would like to do this thing.
Internet: First... a little mind game. Type this crazy looking word.
You: Internet.... that isn't a word.
These are not words, internet. Don't call it "word verification" when really what you mean is "random letters areyouacomputer? verification".
The internet is a crappy friend; never believing that you're not a computer, speaking all kinds of nonsense, hoping you'll catch on and play its sick little game. You know what, internet??? The only sick game of yours I'm currently interested in is TextTwist.
What I like to do is confuse the internet -- the old "taste of your own medicine" routine.
Asia: Internet, you're not even trying anymore.
.....low blow, internet... low blow.
This doesn't get me anywhere... as you can see. But I feel like I'm slowly chipping away at the smug smile that sits pretty on the electronic face of the internet.