Computer Mugging

I feel like going down to the station and filing a complaint against a pop-up.

It feels like domestic abuse.

NO! NO! NO! I told you to "restart later." I DIDN'T EVEN WANT TO CHOOSE THAT OPTION, BUT YOU MADE ME! YOU MADE ME! So why do you come back every five minutes. Do you think I changed my mind? WE FUCKING BROKE UP! Don't do that. Don't. Don't just stand there outside the window and wait.

You know the pop-up. It looks like the above.

It's as insistent as a rapist.

It was clearly designed by a psycho computer programmer who has an obsession with an ex who dumped him. He decided to inflict his monomaniacal obsession and INABILITY TO LET GO on ALL OF US, via this infernal pop-up. I'm convinced of it. Somebody should make a movie about it. Find him!! Make his cellmate a drooling anal rapist with a pathological ithyphallic condition. Lock him up with a priapic rapist!!

And you can't cut-and-paste it with your mouse.

In the computer mouse epistemology, this thing wouldn't exist. Because it wouldn't register on the computer mouse senses. I know. Because I tried.

Maybe somebody should write a computer mouse version of Flatland where computer mice argue about the reality of certain suspect entities like this one.