My computer is infested.  No, not with viruses or worms.  And I’m not talking about the adware that I have to regularly scrape off my hard drive like barnacles from a ship.  The more I dig around my computer recording settings I want to keep beyond my planned system upgrades, the more I find “junk.”  Like twelve hundred cookies.  Twelve hundred.
I’m not a complete “anti-cookie” rebel, either.  I enjoy not having to sign in to select sites every time I visit.  But there has to be a better way to manage these little files.  I can guarantee that of the twelve hundred, there are less than twenty I consider helpful to me.  I changed my browser settings to prompt me before it accepts any cookies, but at the rate I’m going, I’ll get carpal tunnel syndrome from clicking my mouse all the time to block the cookies I don’t want.  The modern realities of the worldwide web, I guess.

Salvador Dali. “There is only one difference between a madman and me. I am not mad.” [Quotes of the Day]