I’m really amused by pop-up ads that ask, “Don’t you hate pop-ups?” It’s fun to pretend that those little bastards are actually on our side, and that they’re doing us a favor by defecting and selling out their buddies. Let’s be honest: there’s really no lower form of life than the pop-up traitor.
You know, pop-ups aren’t all that bad. Have you ever played “Spank the monkey”? That’s good old fashioned fun. Or the occasional “Do you want a girlfriend but you don’t know how to get one?” and you think “Good Lord, how did they know”? Pop-ups are genius.