As percusive maintenence goes, slamming my mouse does wonders.
Not so much for the mouse. But I feel much better about slaying its skippy little optical ass.
I hope I have a spare somewhere.
I already know what I'm gonna call her. Got a name all picked out...
Mal ,'Out Of Gas'
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Cass - Jan 25, 2005 3:58:48 pm PST #7247 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Laura - Jan 25, 2005 4:02:41 pm PST #7248 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.
As percusive maintenence goes, slamming my mouse does wonders.
I broke one last week doing just that! It was a problem with my laptop keyboard that is being replaced, but I took it out on my wireless mouse. Stupid thing goes off and hangs in the corner when I really need to get something done quickly.
SailAweigh - Jan 25, 2005 4:11:00 pm PST #7249 of 10002
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Huh, my mouse does the same thing. It must be a characteristic of the wireless ones.
Lilty Cash - Jan 25, 2005 4:20:23 pm PST #7250 of 10002
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
Hi Sail! (Somehow I managed to post once, get distracted, take a bath, then finally remember I had a computer. It's been a long couple of days.)
Congrats, Hil!
Pix - Jan 25, 2005 4:20:31 pm PST #7251 of 10002
The status is NOT quo.
My IQ drops to slug level for about 2 hours after teaching. I just stutter, look stupid and repeat everything in a monotone.
This.
I thought I wouldbe brain-dead teaching a first hour class. It's comedy gold, how stupid I am in the morning. But I'm a zombie till I get to school, and then it's like teen pheremones are cocaine -- I just get this adrenaline rush, and ride it till 2nd hour, when I have a planning period, and can hide, mainline coffee, and prepare some more.
And this. Makes me happy to hear you gush.
Also, Cass just made me snort with "skippy little optical ass".
Cass - Jan 25, 2005 4:20:46 pm PST #7252 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Jumps, skips and drives me batty. But I am Not Good with just using the touchpad in mousey-intensive situations.
eta: Yep, I've got a way with words. When I'm threatening electronics at least.
Strix - Jan 25, 2005 4:26:05 pm PST #7253 of 10002
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I tell you, Kristin, the worst thing is having no permanent desk or file cabinet. I end up hauling everything is my bookbag, which is the size of Mt. Hood now, and will likely assume Everest proportions at the end of the 12 weeks.
But all the stair climbing and bag hauling have made me lose another 5 pounds. So there's a pro.
Pix - Jan 25, 2005 4:27:29 pm PST #7254 of 10002
The status is NOT quo.
Oh Erin, that's bad. Your cooperating teacher should give you a filing cabinet and some kind of desk space. At the very least, you should have a little wheely-thing to wheel around. You absolutely will not be able to haul everything in a backpack the rest of your student teaching, trust me.
Strix - Jan 25, 2005 4:30:25 pm PST #7255 of 10002
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I have a drawer...but I'm still at the point where I haul everything home to work on it because I'm all Type-A at this point.
Oh, and I took a header walking down the hall with him today. No kids around, thank god, but still. I was all like "I fall down ALL the time, seriously! I have great balance, but I fall."
I had cred with him, because of the manila file folders, but I think he thinks I'm a morning drunk.
Pix - Jan 25, 2005 4:39:51 pm PST #7256 of 10002
The status is NOT quo.
Oh, and I took a header walking down the hall with him today. No kids around, thank god, but still. I was all like "I fall down ALL the time, seriously! I have great balance, but I fall."
My friend Meredith fell off the desk she was sitting on in the middle of a lecture.
To parents.
At Back to School Night.
Don't sweat it, is all I'm saying.