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Mini Toad

@songbytoad / songbytoad.tumblr.com

Kind of related to Song, by Toad. But considerably more superficial.
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Tumblr support want some feedback? Oh why certainly, gentlemen, only too happy to oblige.

#cunts
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Good-bye Tumblr, You Pricks

Well it looks like I have been permanently expelled from Tumblr, so this will be my last post on this site. I can still post from the app, but they are refusing to help in the slightest to let me sign in from a browser, so this is no real use. They lost a bunch of passwords recently, and their response was not to ask users to update their data or to pick a new password, it was to forcibly lock us out and refuse to do anything other than send a reset email to our original login email. Mine is long since defunct and unrecoverable, and I told them this, but they wouldn't let me sign in with my existing password, and refused to do the easiest thing, which would have been to use the Twitter and Facebook accounts, or even this app, which are linked to my Tumblr account to confirm my identity. Instead of actually responding, I just got completely stonewalled with copy and paste answers. Now, of course, I have a blog on the internet I can't access, but which represents the label and is full of our release announcements, videos and pictures. Their utterly inadequate, and actually kind of insulting, suggestion was for me to sign up again, with a different user ID, but that is so obviously stupid it simply reads more like them telling me to fuck off. This is a business, so they expect me to leave a ghost account in my own business's name just floating about the Internet to confuse people, while I start from scratch with therealsongbytoad-noseriously.tumblr.com? That's just stupid. It means I lose all my followers and what remains is completely confusing to our customers and fans. So given they are being complete sanctimonious wankers about kicking me off their service as a penalty for their own fucking mistakes, I am now going to have to try and get this blog taken down, so I can start a new blog somewhere else. The only way I can think to do this is by serving a shitload of DMCA takedown requests on my own material, given I can clearly prove that it is mine, and hopefully, eventually, if I make myself enough of a nuisance I might be able to force them to delete the account. I really can't believe I am having to do this. I would prefer to be on Tumblr, because it's a great service, but the way they have absolutely refused to engage with us, absolutely refused to look at obvious ways of solving the problem, and even presume to lecture me about data security when it is in fact THEY who were unable to keep their data secure in the first place is a fucking disgrace. They fucked up, we pay the penalty, and instead of addressing the problem I get totally blanked except for copy and paste lectures about data security. Frankly they can fuck all the way off. Twats.

#wankers#tumblrarewankers#fuckyouverymuchtumblr
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Tumblr: TWATS

Oh FUCK OFF Tumblr. Assholes just told me I needed to change my password, but instead of just saying this or directing me to a page with 'old password, repeat old password, new password' they logged me out altogether, won't accept my old password at all and are insisting they will only send a reset link to a long-defunct email address. Their support team's response: "I am very sorry, but we take security very seriously and have no way of verifying your account. Please feel free to sign up for a new account." FUCKING CUNTS! I am STILL LOGGED IN on my phone app, but can't change any details on that. I have linked Facebook and Twitter accounts and they won't use that to verify my identity. What the fucking fuck. So I just walk away and they expect me to start songbytoad2.tumblr.com do they, from scratch, with all my other posts frozen somewhere else on some other account? Fuck them. Twats. If they refuse to sort this out keep an eye on http://songbytoad.com for wherever my new fucking blog ends up being. Tumblr: fucking dickheads.

#tumblr are twats
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Ah well, an uneventful couple of days. We arrived in Barcelona, and with no time to hang around, commenced a 1000 mile burn straight up to Amsterdam for the Newcastle ferry, past a couple of well-established Rust2Rome French Alps milestones, like the Millau Viaduct and the Gorges du Tarn. The geraniums on the dashboard are finally blooming, and there was time for some excellent fish at the port, but we are one final piss-up from home now. Sigh. Sigh. Epic sigh.

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Well after all the obstacles we've overcome in the last few days, including a four-hour, 100mph+ dash to Tangiers today, including a CB-planned, perfectly executed, 3 minute battery swap and jump start, what is it that finally tripped us up? We went to the wrong fucking ferry port. Genius. Fortunately, we were able to swap our France tickets for ones to Barcelona later tonight and will have to make up for it with some long burns up the motorway in the next couple of days. But we do get to cross the Pyrenees though. So beers in Tangiers instead then, and look at the food you get at a Moroccan ferry port instead of the shit we get back home! Oh, and we also passed the loneliest Volvo dealership in all the world, given I haven't seen a single other Volvo since we got to Morocco.

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Well that was an epic feat of endurance fuckwittery like I have never seen before. The roads we have driven have been insane. Dirt path/rocky trail over 10,000 feet of mountains, the Pearl had a puncture (with no spare - don't ask) and lost its exhaust, Ger's car lost its exhaust, and John's mashed its fuel pump and had to be towed miles along that track off the mountain. Amazingly, we happened across a tyre repair workshop and dodgy-as-fuck looking Moroccan welding shop in some village high in the mountains who basically fixed everything for us. And dubious as some of those repairs looked, well, they've held together so far. But then everyone started running out of fuel, so we had to siphon petrol out of Bette three or four times for the Pearl and the big Merc, and finally got to a gas station on fumes, where the Pearl nearly had a meltdown because the cooling system leaks, had run dry, and the engine temperature was through the roof. Nevertheless after a bit of a cool down and mass refuelling, a slight re-jig of the cooling system and a lot of water, it looked like all the problems which at times looked like they might be fatal to the trip were actually, miraculously, behind us. But this was at quarter to twelve at night, with over two hours of driving between us and our hotel. And then to cap it all, after a near-sixteen hour battle, with ten minutes of motorway left until a beer, Bette gets a fucking flat, on the Moroccan motorway, at half one in the fucking morning. Cue the quickest tyre change in history, outside of professional racing, and we are finally, FINALLY here. But the bar is closed and we have to be up in less than four hours' time anyway to catch a ferry. The scenery was pretty fucking nice though. This day will not be forgotten in a long time. The stuff of R2R legend.

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