Today I am girlie. I've had two sarcastic (left handed, I guess) compliments on my top so far. ("I had to check if the sky was falling. You're wearing colours!" "Red is a colour." "Well, you have a ..." "Limited?" "Standard .. you have a standard palette." "Glad to bust your preconceptions." "I'm glad you did.")
It also has shirring, and an empire waist, and is sort of lilac, and is floaty and for me, extremely delicate. I'm trying to tone down the striding and absent glaring to match it, but it's spotty.
am always nice, playfully so.
And you don't know how you got this reputation...
"Don't Touch This Button."
I think that human interface guidelines require that "Don't Touch This Button" buttons be big, shiny, and red.
I think that human interface guidelines require that "Don't Touch This Button" buttons be big, shiny, and red.
And don't forget, located in a prominent place that would be easy to bump or lean into without noticing!
And don't forget, located in a prominent place that would be easy to bump or lean into without noticing!
And within easy reach of any passing three year old.
And bumping into the button immediately starts a meltdown of the central core with a countdown that displays in big red numbers and is echoed by a dispassionate computerized voice.
Unconnected with any buttons, let me say woo-hoo to Our Sophia, who so very much deserves a better, nicer job and a better nicer boss. Go you!
Are there brightly coloured wires, the cutting of which does absolutely nothing?
There totally should be.
bon bon bon bon bon bon bon.
