Cookies
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A friend got really pissed off recently.
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She went on the net to search some stuffs on Firefox 2.0, and got into this spam shitty affair when she clicked on the information bar that came on and asked whether she wants to accept this cookie or not.
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Inadvertently she did click on it, and the next she knew, her pc was going bonkers with intermittent spams appearing on her desktop promoting tigers' penises and avacado oils.
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After some time of her repeated CTR-ALT-DEL efforts to put down this relentless cyber-attacks (which let to indefinite 'pc-hanging' moments), she frustatingly decided to shut down the pc prematurely - by shutting down the mains switch.
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That was the last time she saw her Pentium Dual Core PC alive - it never came back up again, possibly dead in the wired Nirvana of cyberspace.
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Cookies aren't actually a bad thing. They helped to remember where've you been online, kinda like a virtual waiter remembering how you want your aglia oglio to be served.
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The Big Brother fear of you being tracked online is so 1998.
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Either way, my friend got a major badass cookie - the most expensive she'll ever come across, I reckon. Which is really unfortunate, because most cookies are a great help, I'm sure the guy below will agree.
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