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Surely you haven't forgotten: After a few days of glitches, errors, and general server diarrhea, the Post did its best to require all users to register for its online service, thus asking that we all fork over some personal (and probably false) personal info in order to receive a super-fantastic login and password. The whole thing would have been only marginally irritating, had the registration process not been a three-day detour into fuck-uppery.

So here we are, three weeks later, and there still seems to be no consistency to when and how the login system works. An informal survey showed that there's no rhyme or reason to when your login cookie expires — sometimes you can coast in and out of the site for three days after an initial login, sometimes you have to re-enter your email and password every damn time you visit the site, even if your visits are 10 minutes apart.

We've never expected much from Rupert Murdoch's babies: Give us some screaming headlines and slight inaccuracies on a daily basis, and we're totally content. But this? This tests our limits. The Post online has been reduced to a twitching carcass, and we're just staring at it, horrified, waiting for someone to clean up the bloody mess.

Earlier: You Will Never Read The Post's Magnificent Prose [Gawker]