Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Hang on, I've got another rant for you

There are these extremely silly security features on websites that ask for your birthdate before letting you see mature content. They serve absolutely no purpose whatsoever provided you're capable of subtracting, say, 30, from the current year.

So that's stupid enough. But then some of these things aren't content to just let you type in the date, because heaven forbid you crash their servers by not understanding the MM/DD/YYYY format and trying to insist that you were born on the third of Fifteenember instead of the Ides of March. (Come to think of it, heaven forbid you use the roman dating system, where dates were determined by counting backwards from three fixed dates of the month. "Yes, Mr. Pointless Mature Content Filter, I was born Ad XVI Kal Jul, MCMLXXXVIII.")

So instead these things make you select the date from these drop-down tabs. Okay, so month, that's easy, day, you probably won't have to scroll so far, year...

Why in the hell is 2013 in the year tab right now? Or 2012? Or 2011? If your two-year-old can use a web browser, navigate to a specific website, and enter his/her date of birth, just let that kid in because by golly a few gory decapitations are the least weird thing that kid is going to encounter on his way to disproving Fermat's Theorem before he graduates from kindergarten!

Yup, I'm petty. Have we met?

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