He woke one morning and found, to his surprise, that he had come to hate the YACCS comments boxes
It was a long time in building, this passionate hatred. Was it the 50/50 chance of actually seeing the comments or getting the software to accept a posting that bothered him the most? It was hard to say. All he knew was that this elusive pixie, this hoyden, this digital slut that dallied with his feelings and left him wondering if she loved him or just thought him a toy in some sick game–she had toyed with him once too often. He was determined to find somebody else: a comments box that would accept his words and those of his friends, that would be there for him when he needed her, that wouldn’t flake out just when something really beautiful was happening….