Daisy, the rollers on the inside of your mouse have crud on them. Turn the mouse over, open it up, pop out the ball and scrape the crud off the two rollers inside.
Yeah. The clippy part of a pen cap works good for this.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Daisy, the rollers on the inside of your mouse have crud on them. Turn the mouse over, open it up, pop out the ball and scrape the crud off the two rollers inside.
Yeah. The clippy part of a pen cap works good for this.
Also, (I think) you can tab into your tickybox and hit your space bar to mark it.
In most I can. I don't know why not this one. I don't want to point and click! I want to tab and type!
Ooh. The guy who did the Stanford prison experiment is on the radio right now.
Daisy, the rollers on the inside of your mouse have crud on them. Turn the mouse over, open it up, pop out the ball and scrape the crud off the two rollers inside.
Dude. Cleaning a rollerball mouse is so incredibly satisfying.
No, really.
Dude. Cleaning a rollerball mouse is so incredibly satisfying.
ITA. I miss that about optical mice. But not enough to outweigh the annoyances of a rollerball mose.
Okay, someone remind me that a) I have to stop by Subway on the way to work and buy my coworker a sandwich. Damn you, wee Florida! and b) I made an appointment for my haircut on Thursday at 9.
edited to change the position of the parenthetical reference letters because I am a pedant.
Okay, getting my hair cut on Thursday. Tonight I shall start shopping for wedding reception gear if I feel like I'm not going to keel over after work. I think I'll start with Filene's Basement, although Nordstrom is tempting me with this, this, and also this.
So. We work with a lot of clients who don't speak English, and sometimes they're not as well educated in Spanish either, but the different language thing can make things really difficult. Very often words are spelled phonetically or just really very badly. Usually I can figure out what they mean.
So, I'm going about my day, catching up on paperwork, entering one of our Hispanic client's information: name, address, demographics. Finally I get to employment. "Employer: XYZ Services, Inc. Occupation: Shit rock/drywall."
I'm still wiping tears from my eyes. Juvenile, yes. But at least I'm smiling now.
That last one is my favorite, shrift. (I love that color as it looks really good with my hair-not that it's about me).