![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Okay. I am officially pissed off and am going to rant:
Dear Alexander Keith's beer making company,
Your latest internet ad, which pops up over my log-in for Live Journal so that I have to wait for the simpering maiden to finish signing her name in a saucy manner, merely puts an identifiable barrier between me and the task I want to do - sign into Live Journal. It may only take three seconds for her to finish and your nasty little pop-up ad to get out of the way, but that is three seconds where I have your company's name associated with annoyance. There's too many beers in the world - now, the next time I am ready to order a beer in a restaurant, I may not know which beer I want, but I sure as hell know which beer I will NEVER EVER ORDER AGAIN!
Sincerely,
Extremely Pissed Off Live Journal User.
Dear Alexander Keith's beer making company,
Your latest internet ad, which pops up over my log-in for Live Journal so that I have to wait for the simpering maiden to finish signing her name in a saucy manner, merely puts an identifiable barrier between me and the task I want to do - sign into Live Journal. It may only take three seconds for her to finish and your nasty little pop-up ad to get out of the way, but that is three seconds where I have your company's name associated with annoyance. There's too many beers in the world - now, the next time I am ready to order a beer in a restaurant, I may not know which beer I want, but I sure as hell know which beer I will NEVER EVER ORDER AGAIN!
Sincerely,
Extremely Pissed Off Live Journal User.
