apologies

for those of you who have been getting pop-ups...i didn't realize they were there. probably from the counter. anyway, it should be gone now.

let me know if you still get one.

oh and if you were getting pop-ups...get firefox.
it is infinitely better than Internet Explorer.



Comments

glomgold said…
Yep, got some pop-up for fake online degrees. Perhaps links are imbedded in images? Damn these viral marketing bastards!
11:07 AM
Sara said…
I didn't get a pop-up--Oh, it was very delayed. It wants me to lose weight.
12:06 PM
Mr Anigans said…
those crafty bastards....they're fucking with me....i'll find a way to get rid of it.

but seriously, if you can...use either FIREFOX (mozilla) or Opera. Both are better than Internet Explorer.
10:37 PM
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