I was just dissed by a website. Twice, I think.
So a certain technology blog is giving away a free Kindle. To put yourself in the running, you have to participate in a survey. I thought, what the hell! I'm bored, and I'd like a Kindle, and I don't have anyone else to talk to at the moment, so sure, I'll talk to a computer....
Only....I answered the first question pertaining to my age bracket, and it immediately booted me out of the survey! "Unfortunately you do not meet the requirements for this survey," it tells me.
(Oh, pardon me. Terribly sorry. Don't know what I was thinking, messing around with this new-fangled internet thingie when I should be knitting matching sweaters for my cats as my dentures soak in a cup placed on a pretty lacy doily nearby.)
As if that weren't insulting enough, the survey then proceeds to taunt me with: "For information on making responsible choices about drinking, please go to [a certain other website - one apparently designated for raging alcoholics]."
WTF?
Yeah, that's me..........Faye Dunaway in Barfly. Because what else is there for a woman over 30 to do except pickle her liver between rounds of shuffleboard?
