New and Improved: Big Bosomed Women Who Party

Of all the words in the English language that I have learned to fear and despise, the phrase that sends chills up and down my spine the most is "new and improved."  The new part is probably right, at least partially, but the improved is open to question.  It usually translates to confusion, work, and money.  This is especially true of the computer geeks at Google, You Tube and Facebook, along with all of my stock programs.  Those are particularly aggravating because I actually pay a monthly fee for some of these digital age gems.

What is wrong with these people?  Do they take delight in terrorizing hundreds of millions of people by making them figure out how to get a program or site to do what it used to before they made it better?  Case in point is Google, the most used search engine in the world.  Google does everything for you now but go to the bathroom, and it can probably give a print out for that too.   I think it can actually predict when you will belch.  It tries to predict everything else that you want.

Is it aggravating to you when it makes suggestions as to what it is you want to search when you start to type in the word which may or may not be related to what spills out onto the screen?  Some of this is based on general usage.  Other recommendations are based on your prior searches and web page visitations.  So....if you share a computer and have searched "big bosomed women who party" you are in trouble if your significant other wants to search "big cookie trays."  If I were the porn sites, I'd be pissed!!!!!  Add to the issue Google knows if you scratch yourself and makes a record, I think I need to find another search engine.

Then there are my financial sites. The one I use the most is Smart Money...and I pay them a monthly fee for the privilege.  It used to take me two clicks to get to my stock screen with real time price quotes.  It was wonderfully easy.  Now, I have to click to get on the site.  Then click what list of stocks I want to see.  Then I have click pop up, which pops up another screen.  Then I have to click on view......and what I get is my stock list either partially loaded, or worse, has a pop up ad for Citigroup that you cannot click off.   It just stays there in the middle of the screen until I close it and start the whole process all over again.  I complained to SmartMoney and they replied they have to make their money somewhere.  And by the way, those real time quotes you used to get from the New York Stock Exchange are no longer totally reliable since we switched the service providing the quotes which uses some other way to determine the current price.  It may or may not be reliable.   Ahhhhh!!!!

You Tube, which is now operated by Google, is not much better.  It had a perfectly fine system that allowed me onto the site to watch some videos, then log off.  Then they decided they wanted to show you your history.  So....if you again share your computer and the other person signs on to You Tube, there is the list of "big bosomed women who party" videos you may have been enjoying.  But at least they gave you a way to "erase your history."  Then they changed everything.  Now when you log on, whether you are signed onto your site account or not, it will list in a long column all of the videos you have previously watched...and you can't get rid of them.  There is no history to delete...just the list of videos you have recently watched, or ones they suggest you might like based on your history.   So much for my evenings with big bosomed women who party. 

Here's my advice to all of the computer services that have that insatiable urge to "improve."  Don't do it!!!!  Leave it alone!!!  If it's not broke....don't fix it.  Now I have to go back to watching the ticker at the bottom of the television screen and back to the quarters to watch big bosomed women who party.  On the other hand, maybe Google, You Tube, and Smart Money can find me some new and improved big bosomed women who love to party!!!  They can put it on my history!

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