Oh, I do have you over there, java. I'm fatou_dust on flickr.

Yeah, I always got punished into the room with all my awesome stuff and by stuff I mean books. Fortunately I was the sort of child who felt the woe and shame of the punishment sufficiently without the actual privation.

Good job, msbelle. He has to learn it , and however slowly - he is getting it

yeah, if mac were a reader, I would approach things differently. I never would MAKE him read for punishment, but aside from Pokemon guides, he doesn't open books to entertain himself.

fatou_dust

Oh! I was looking for completely different name probabilities!

Hee. Yeah, it's the same as my lj/dw only when I thought you needed an underscore to make things clear. I was just signing up for something else and I need a new pseudonym for real people to talk to.

Leif has the annoying habit of not caring when he gets TV and computer privileges suspended. He always finds a way to be having a good time.

Heh. The only sure ways my parents had for disciplining me (other than the dreaded "We're very disappointed in you" comment) was to take away all access to books, and to make me clean my room.

I just went to OfficeMax to get some report covers, or heavy duty report covers as the label on the plastic film says. They were tucked in a bottom corner of a shelf like an afterthought, like people don't need report covers for hundreds of pages, just tens. You could almost see the dust on them.

I didn't see them at first and I asked a sales person where they were. She had no idea what I was talking about. I said they had two metal prongs that folded over and could hold well over a hundred pages. Nothing. Eventually I spied them myself and she said she learned something new.

Then, I went to the checkout lane. The last time I went, the cashier tried to sell me an extended warranty on a $12 dollar flash drive, though the look on her face told me she felt like an idiot for making the pitch. No doubt that somewhere in some sterile corporate office someone had the bright idea that every piece of electronics needed a service plan, like we still lived in a world where you didn't buy four gigabytes of memory out of a bowl by the cash register like mints at a restaurant.

Anyhow today the cashier pushed their perks program, the kind where you get a little plastic card. If I actually carried one of those cards for every store they tried to push one on me, my wallet would be roughly the size and weight of a brick. Anyhow she said you get coupons and I figured saving a couple bucks on paper every so often was worth 30 seconds of my time.

The thing is they don't just give you a card, they give you this whole damn folder of crap. Inside the folder is the card along with the key ring versions. I don't even want to imagine what my key ring would look like if I put on one of those for every damn perks program. Like some sort of fucking plastic bagel.

Anyhow, that's all you need but you get the folder anyway. There's a pocket in the folder, and inside the pocket is a fancy envelope, they kind of envelope you send to invite people to things. I open the envelope out of curiosity, what the well is the point of this thing? Inside, there are four thick cards with pictures on one side and text I don't bother to read on the other. They are thick enough to feel like photographs, like Office Max is giving me family pictures. On each one is an attractive young person holding one of the perks cards like it's the fucking answer to all of their problems, like every problem in their young, attractive lives can be solved with discounted office supplies.

Way to waste paper, Office Max.

that just made me laugh and laugh.

Haha. I just skipped and skimmed over the last week of posts, and I'm amused that many of us are still reading bits of old b'craxy.

And by Office Max.

I burnt out on drama nostalgia around lunchtime.