Captcha nonsense fun!
As I’ve been hanging out on the blogosphere, commenting on posts and suchlike, I have been harvesting the more interesting captchas—you know, those things that interrupt you when you’re posting a comment to ‘make sure you are a human being.’ I love the way so many of them seem like they could really be words, could actually mean something. SO today, for your pleasure and amusement, I have put some captchas into sentences, some of which I find rather evocative, if I do say so myself. There’s no narrative here; each sentence should be taken on its own, although it would be interesting to try to write a story in captcha someday. Enjoy: When the Whebe had been fully Ingolpen …..the Wheedl increased grossly in Wigth . She was Foning him with her Nodlex . Every hardworking housekeeper deserves an Enseter to soment the Wynkoop . Cring the Polosmith crafted a Shlozorp with the Croofnh of his Moldha . Hunting Niati and Conih was the great hero Barinson’s favorite Iggesig