I hate you more than words will ever express. Because you are the property of Weasel Incorporated, I cannot put my fist in your face. Instead, I must cringe and try not to yell "FUCKER" at the top of my lungs when you decide that I deserve to experience the blue screen of death for the third time in the last hour.
I will try not to throw my chair at you when I cannot read the comments on any of the nifty blogs out there (mine included) unless I refresh the screen no less than 6 times.
But I will tell you this --- one day, I don't know when, I'll get my revenge and it will be so sweet.
Just remember, I always wanted to be a rock star and chuck things out of windows. You could be the lucky "thing".
Ren