You know when you go on a picnic, sometimes there's a fly that decides to join you. You wave your hand to shoo it away from the tasty lunch you're about to enjoy and think nothing more of it. But it returns, only for you to swipe again, and that tinge of frustration starts to bloom. It returns, and now your lunch is no longer the focus, but this annoying fly whose buzzing is now an obstacle to a perfectly nice picnic. The 2000s were a picnic When Google came onto the scene, I credit its success ...