It had to happen sooner or later.

So, Google has locked me out of my other account. It seems the old username and password model just doesn't provide enough security for an account that I only use to make blog comments. After all—as Google have just informed me—how do they know that I'm not some hacker who's stolen the real Alex's username and password? How can they possibly know I am who I say I am—unless I can prove it by giving them my location, phone number, date of birth, secondary email, names of friends and associates, mood, menstrual status, and detailed description of my last bowel movement. Oh, and solve some of the most obnoxious CAPTCHAS ever devised, of course.

I guess it had to happen sooner or later. Google is a giant data-mining organisation. Somebody who guards their identity to the degree that I do is essentially worthless to them. More to the point, if I'm not putting out, I'm abusing the system by getting a free ride. Hey, it's gass, grass, or personal info, honey; nobody rides for free here. Not that I think I'm important enough for this to be personal. Nobody at the company has singled me out or "targetted" me. No, like a tiny gnat on the back of an elephant, I'm well and truly beneath that sort of notice; but I'm still a parasite that they'd rather be without, and this time around, I just happen to be the one who copped the banana leaf when the elephant swatted an itch.

I just hope the bastard doesn't knock me off completely the next time he takes a swipe.

Oh, and before anyone asks, yes I do realise the irony of using a Google-owned platform to bitch about the size and nature of Google.

Also, despite the dramatic prose, it shouldn't be that easy for this account to get swatted. At the very least, I've got it linked to a secondary non-Google email address. I'll be fucked if I'm giving them anything more than that though.