The Homicidal Urges

Why in the name of Satan's testicles on toast can't things just FUCKING WORK?????

Or, why can't things be intuitive?

I give up. I'm going to the pub.

"Go on, Safari, you motherfucker! Quit again for no reason! I dare you! I double dare you!"

GAH.

Edit
The bastard called my bluff. I give up.

jpom40 asked me an interesting question yesterday. If I were Dante, who would inhabit my levels of hell?

Well, I know who would be in the level where people are flayed alive for eternity:

All the bastards who ever had anything to do with the design of Adobe Photoshop, Illustrator or Acrobat.

GRRRAAAAAARRGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!