Regarding Pop-ups/spyware...
Pop-ups and spyware: a deadly alliance forged between two devices of the great Satan. Devices of Evil. Devices of wanton malice. Devices of coke addicted stockbrokers who have snorted their senses dry and have found a new way to horrify people rather than by forcing the people to look at their collapsed sinuses.
Pop-ups. Infamous beings of the past, from when the Internet was first produced. They were once in existence to advertise a quiz, wooing people with the concept of winning a big-screen TV and then using the quiz-taker's given information to fuck their world up. That was easily countered by producing a sort of mass hysteria. Entertainment for whoever wanted to piss somebody off by promising free stuff and instead delivering either suffering or evil. Sometimes both, in which case a black man/satanist would jump you in a back alley and force heroin into your system after buying it with your credit card and then taking the rest of your money. These evil beings, known as pop-ups, have plagued the world in their own unique way for a large amount of time.
Spyware. Not very counterable by Ad-Aware, meaning that, despite my sincerest efforts, my computer, great as it was, had to be restored a month ago, about eight or so months into its existence. I had to purge my C: drive because every time I downloaded a porno, it would bring a surge of horny stockbrokers who want to watch with me. But that is not all, because, coupled with pop-ups, something else happens, which I will elaborate on later. Or, if I decided I just wanted to surf the internet, I would get sand on my inter-dick, which, to anybody who doesn't have one of those, it probably hurt considering most people can't even bear their own hands. By itself, it isn't very threatening if you can deal with a five minute wait to get onto Microsoft Word.
So then they exist in unison. Spyware and Pop-ups reign over the internet as hellish monsters, burning, raping, and pillaging the C: drives of many men and women. Then it also rode your internet speed like a buckin bronco, minus getting thrown off and having its neck broken. Except you sure got good speed when it decided to take your browser and send it to, say, sirux.fuker.net, while simultaneously interrupting whatever you do so you can watch as it doesn't load up (thank the lord for slow-ass bittorrent downloads), or you can close it because that browser has been corrupted beyond redemption. Right next to serial killer Iraqi radicals, I think having my peaceful game of Stepmania interrupted so I can close my corrupted browser is really a shit in my shampoo.
Pop-ups. Infamous beings of the past, from when the Internet was first produced. They were once in existence to advertise a quiz, wooing people with the concept of winning a big-screen TV and then using the quiz-taker's given information to fuck their world up. That was easily countered by producing a sort of mass hysteria. Entertainment for whoever wanted to piss somebody off by promising free stuff and instead delivering either suffering or evil. Sometimes both, in which case a black man/satanist would jump you in a back alley and force heroin into your system after buying it with your credit card and then taking the rest of your money. These evil beings, known as pop-ups, have plagued the world in their own unique way for a large amount of time.
Spyware. Not very counterable by Ad-Aware, meaning that, despite my sincerest efforts, my computer, great as it was, had to be restored a month ago, about eight or so months into its existence. I had to purge my C: drive because every time I downloaded a porno, it would bring a surge of horny stockbrokers who want to watch with me. But that is not all, because, coupled with pop-ups, something else happens, which I will elaborate on later. Or, if I decided I just wanted to surf the internet, I would get sand on my inter-dick, which, to anybody who doesn't have one of those, it probably hurt considering most people can't even bear their own hands. By itself, it isn't very threatening if you can deal with a five minute wait to get onto Microsoft Word.
So then they exist in unison. Spyware and Pop-ups reign over the internet as hellish monsters, burning, raping, and pillaging the C: drives of many men and women. Then it also rode your internet speed like a buckin bronco, minus getting thrown off and having its neck broken. Except you sure got good speed when it decided to take your browser and send it to, say, sirux.fuker.net, while simultaneously interrupting whatever you do so you can watch as it doesn't load up (thank the lord for slow-ass bittorrent downloads), or you can close it because that browser has been corrupted beyond redemption. Right next to serial killer Iraqi radicals, I think having my peaceful game of Stepmania interrupted so I can close my corrupted browser is really a shit in my shampoo.