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.
You turn on any of my crew, you turn on me.
Mal ,'Ariel'
Natter Area 51: The Truthiness Is in Here
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.
Steph L. - Apr 03, 2007 9:13:59 am PDT #439 of 10001
the hardest to learn / was the least complicated
tommyrot - Apr 03, 2007 9:17:18 am PDT #440 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
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.
Liese S. - Apr 03, 2007 9:21:16 am PDT #441 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
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.
shrift - Apr 03, 2007 9:51:57 am PDT #442 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
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.
Daisy Jane - Apr 03, 2007 9:59:37 am PDT #443 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
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.
Daisy Jane - Apr 03, 2007 10:03:08 am PDT #444 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
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).
Cashmere - Apr 03, 2007 10:04:09 am PDT #445 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Dude. Cleaning a rollerball mouse is so incredibly satisfying.
Not nearly as satisfying as the Q-tip cleaning eargasm, IMHO.
shrift - Apr 03, 2007 10:05:33 am PDT #446 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
That last one is my favorite, shrift.
I really really like that one, too. If it's in the Nordstrom downtown, I am definitely trying it on this week.
tommyrot - Apr 03, 2007 10:19:48 am PDT #447 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
A quiz on cars and pop culture, aimed mostly at baby boomers.
I got 63% right (they are multiple choice).
Some of the questions are results of surveys, etc. that I just had to guess at. Some I'm too young to know. At least one question I dispute their answer. Still, I coulda' done better.
Megan E. - Apr 03, 2007 10:30:31 am PDT #448 of 10001
Ooh. The guy who did the Stanford prison experiment is on the radio right now.
He was on the daily show last week. His book sounds very interesting.
shit rock/drywall
I think I'd prefer the drywall option. Shit rock wouldn't fit with my decor.