Monday, February 6, 2012

How Google Nearly Destroyed My Life

Brigmann Back On The Air

I'm not even going to waste time trying to describe it, but if you ever, ever have a problem with your Google account, then you are to be pitied. Truly, and forever, as though you had been cast into the descending, circular pit that Dante envisioned in his Purgatorio.

And, yes; I'm fully aware of the irony of broadcasting this on a Google-owned platform.

But, hey; good luck dealing with a faceless bureaucracy. And, in the words of Forrest Gump, that is all I have to say about that.


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