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“How come every time I fire up my Google search-window I get an invitation to install the RoadRunner toolbar?” I asked.
“I don’t want the RoadRunner toolbar. That would just be another thing to waste time on, trying to figure it out,” I said.
“There it is again!” I exclaimed. “What are they trying to do; shove this down my throat?
Everything was fine the way it was,” I said. “I could successfully drive what I had. I don’t have time to figure out something new.”
This reminds of a recent computer foray.
A deal where a search-result was always something other than what I asked for — usually an invitation to buy and download something.
I was trying to get the IRS Tax-Tables, a PDF, and kept getting run around in circles.
“Available free from Tubbie-Tax®; only 89 bazilyun dollars. Have your credit-card ready.”
Like the powers-that-be had taken over my computer from afar.
I get this with Google.
A while ago Googling something was wonderful, but now they seem to be power-crazed.
When I Google-search I get ads — more likely than viable results.
I wonder how reliable Google is...... I guess competitors have sprung up.
It’s like Google is trying to take over the computer-world, now that Microsoft seems in decline.
Which would be okay, if Google were as helpful as it was.
Google something now, and you get ads — things shoved down your throat.
I still use Google, but I’m wary.
It’s like my frustration with Facebook, a nice idea gone awry.
My family’s web-site was also social-media, but much less frustrating than Facebook.
Every time I fire up Facebook its interface is slightly different.
It’s like the tech-mavens at Facebook had nothing better to do, so they dickered something.
A while ago they had a search of all graduates from my high-school on Facebook, but I can’t find it any longer.
Just recently I fired up my only Facebook “friend” from my high-school class — who I never hear from.
My intent was to send him a message hoping he might know the e-mail of the contact who always arranges our high-school reunions.
But I didn’t see a message-function. I had to post on his “wall.”
And then you’re always running up against Facebook’s word-limit, anathema to a word-generator like me.
(It’s ironic they can fly giant video-files; yet excess words, which don’t amount to much, are verboten.)
What if I can’t make my question short enough?
Thank you Facebook, for tossing the message-function. (Or did they? Now, four days later, I see it.)
It isn’t social-media if all I can say is “You go girl,” or “burp.”
And Facebook is unrealistic.
Its members are always perfect and without fault.
Which might be okay if I actually heard from anyone.
I have 42 “friends;” not the record hundreds. (I got an invite from one with over 1,000!)
I have many friend-invites, but I figure why bother?
I’ve accepted a few, and never heard from them again.

• “RoadRunner” is our Internet-Service-Provider (“ISP”), via Time-Warner cable.
• “Tubbie-Tax” is of course Turbo-Tax.