Sunday, May 06, 2007

I'm Not A Virus, But I Am Feeling Pretty Malicious At The Moment.

That last post was actually composed several hours ago, but apparently in the middle of editing it, Google, in its infinite wisdom, came to the conclusion that I was some sort of evil piece of software, and cut me off. Even trying to go to the main Blogger webpage got me the following infuriating message:
We're sorry...

...but your query looks similar to automated requests from a computer virus or spyware application. To protect our users, we can't process your request right now.

We'll restore your access as quickly as possible, so try again soon. In the meantime, if you suspect that your computer or network has been infected, you might want to run a virus checker or spyware remover to make sure that your systems are free of viruses and other spurious software.

We apologize for the inconvenience, and hope we'll see you again on Google.
Fuck you very much, Google. What am I, if not a user? And my PC is clean and healthy, thank you. Well, clean, anyway.

Apparently it wasn't just me, as once I was able to get into the Blogger help forums -- not the world's easiest trick, since I couldn't get to the Blogger page to find the link for it -- I saw several other people complaining about the same thing.

But, gosh, you'd think they read that bit in the previous post saying I couldn't think of anything to be annoyed about and decided to provide something for me. I'm especially irritated since I lost all the edits I'd made to the post. Fortunately, I at least had the basic post itself, since I'd composed it in Notepad instead of the Blogger text box. But if there are any typos or awkward phrases in that last post, it's not my fault. The version I was going to use was much better. Really.

And, sigh, what with trying to figure out what the heck was going on there, I still haven't taken in the laundry, scooped the (now very smelly) cat boxes or cleaned the bathroom. At least I did get some food and called my sister.


  1. I hope that the phone call to me did not fuel your annoyed mood :)

    Ok I went everywhere,I mean everywhere, in an attempt to find a power converter. I ended up at radio shack. I salesman suggested that my main reason for purchasing the converter,my digital camera charger, may already have dual 220/120 or whatever the heck and would just need an adapter plus. Guess what!! Arrrgggggghhhhhhh I arrive home check it and alas it does. I figure our electric razors will last on one charge. I will keep the thing anyway since it's appropriate for our battery recharger to keep us supplied with batteries for our MP3 players.

  2. Nah, it provided a much-needed break from the annoyingness. :)

    And while I sympathize with you having discovered you'd run all over town to find something you didn't actually need, it probably is a good idea to have an adapter, anyway. You may really want those mp3 players fully charged for that plane trip. :)

  3. "Fuck you very much, Google"

    Hee...nearly spit out my coffee.
    That happened to me a while ago too. Annoying...

  4. I can hardly take credit for inventing the phrase. :)

    And a bit of -- irony of ironies! -- googling around seems to tell me that this happens to lots of people and apparently usually clears up by itself. But I don't mind telling you, I was pretty panicky there for a while. I was wondering if I was ever going to be able to get back onto my blog from this computer again, whether they were going to go after my search ability or my e-mail account next... Google has a truly astonishing amount of power over me. :P

  5. You know what cracks me up about that message? I'd be willing to bed that 99.5% of all Google users don't know what "spurious" means. LOL