This latest pet peeve of mine isn�t directly about computers themselves, but the fucking Internet. I was trying to watch a video of Pat Robertson spewing stupidity all over the place, but before I could watch that, I had to sit through a commercial.
Yes, that�s right. I had to watch a commercial on the Internet, that I PAY for, before I could see Old Pat make an even bigger ass of himself. This is getting out of fucking control. I understand having them on TV, since that�s free, and they have to pay for shit somehow. I get that, and I�m cool with it, although I would suggest having commercials at the beginning and the end of a show only. Yeah, I know less people would actually watch them, but c�mon, let�s be honest here. Since the invention of the remote control, does anyone watch commercials anymore anyway? Other than during the Super Bowl, when they usually overshadow the game itself. Well, they used to. Then came Janet Jackson�s nipple for a fraction of a second, and the FCC went fucking berserk about it. Last year watching the Super Bowl commercials was like watching a Styrofoam cup.
But at least those make sense. We are getting something for free, (television,) and commercials are the price we have to pay for that. But then I had to sit through commercials at the movie theater. I have already PAID to see the movie, and now I have to watch commercials for feminine hygiene products? I paid to see Arnold stomp a hole through some guy�s ass, not to listen to some bimbo tell me how she just doesn�t feel �fresh� all the time. I don�t fucking care. If you don�t feel �fresh�, go hose down and let me get back to Arnold, bitch.
Then they started adding commercials to video tapes, and later, DVDs. Seriously? Now I�m paying to OWN a fucking massengill commercial? If I ever meet one of their sales reps, I�m gonna kill the motherfucker, you can be sure of that.
And now I have to watch this shit on the Internet. I click the link for the Robertson piece, and the next thing I know, I watching a blue talking outlet and I don�t remember what they hell it was supposed to be selling. I got so pissed off that I was paying yet again to see a commercial that I just blocked out the product. Yeah, that was money well-spent for some company. Enrage potential customers to the point that they can�t remember who you even are. Sure, it�ll keep them from killing you, but it won�t move a whole lot of units, will it? Morons.
So what�s next? We interrupt this commercial to bring you this other, late-breaking commercial? Some idiot in a suit is going to show up at my door with a laptop, playing a commercial for sneakers with lights in them? I�ll open my fucking Frosted Flakes and a little hologram of Tony the Tiger will pop up telling me to buy the new Ford F-shit 50 because �They�re GREEEAAAAT!�? Or maybe they�ll just beam this shit directly into my brain, so every time I go into a Wal-Mart, I�ll walk out with a family size box of Tampax, even though I�m single.
The only thing I know for sure is that every single one of the companies that pull this shit deserve to go out of business. And I say that even about companies whose products I currently do use, and in some cases even like. (Not the Tampax or Massengill. Or the Ford.) And if it happens I will sit back and laugh my ass off.
Now I just gotta figure out how to fuck with Ford�s website, so that everyone who goes there has to sit through a Chevy commercial before they can completely fuck up their lives by buying the new Focus.