Picture it; Sicily, 1934...
Ohhhhkaaaay...what the shit is up with the fucking let's-drive-jen-completely-crazy toolbar plaguing my otherwise blissful internet existence!?
I've had one toolbar for months that I can't get rid of. But that one's ok. I'm used to it, and once I click it off a few times it stays away for hours and hours.
At some point today, though, I managed to get a brand-fucking-spanking-new toolbar that is driving me up the fucking wall..and across the ceiling...and down the other wall...and...well, you get the point.
For the love of Gina Gershon with not much on, if I run my spy-ware and pop-up blocker programs and that toolbar is still on my damn screen, I'm gonna snap.
Seriously.
If the "snap" occurs, you'll find me wandering the streets, pulling a Rose Nyland, telling people about St. Olaf, and cows, and how Gustav Hürgenfürgenslaven once married a chicken...
Which would suck, because really, I'd rather be Sophia.
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UPDATE: Problem licked, thanks to mup. :) Thanks also to Lisa and The Writer for their suggestions, and to greybird for the finger-crossage.
I've had one toolbar for months that I can't get rid of. But that one's ok. I'm used to it, and once I click it off a few times it stays away for hours and hours.
At some point today, though, I managed to get a brand-fucking-spanking-new toolbar that is driving me up the fucking wall..and across the ceiling...and down the other wall...and...well, you get the point.
For the love of Gina Gershon with not much on, if I run my spy-ware and pop-up blocker programs and that toolbar is still on my damn screen, I'm gonna snap.
Seriously.
If the "snap" occurs, you'll find me wandering the streets, pulling a Rose Nyland, telling people about St. Olaf, and cows, and how Gustav Hürgenfürgenslaven once married a chicken...
Which would suck, because really, I'd rather be Sophia.
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UPDATE: Problem licked, thanks to mup. :) Thanks also to Lisa and The Writer for their suggestions, and to greybird for the finger-crossage.
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