ION, I am really hungry for dinner but don't know what I want. This generally leads to a traumatic game of Dinner Chicken in our house, which ends at 10 pm when I angrily make a baked potato and Tim plaintively asks from the other room, "Can I have a potato, too?" WHAT YOU COULD HAVE MADE YOUR OWN HOURS AGO IF YOU REALLY WANTED ONE
Few things make me as ragey as Dinner Chicken, which is why it's good that it so rarely happens. (I usually know exactly what I want for dinner, and because Tim *hates* to decide what to eat, he always goes along with my choice. That works out really well except for times like today, when I seriously can't figure out what my belly wants.)
I mention, again, the people who sent us a fax when we asked for a screenshot.
I mention, again, the people who sent us a fax when we asked for a screenshot.
The thing that still boggles me is when we asked someone for a screenshot, and they sent an iPhone picture of their computer screen.
The thing that still boggles me is when we asked someone for a screenshot, and they sent an iPhone picture of their computer screen.
I've had students do this, numerous times, when they sent me an email with a question about a homework problem from the online homework.
Almost done with the periodontist. I hope. It's been a long day.
At least in my world a phone shot can actually be useful, because all I need is to see what screen they're on so I can tell them where the button they need to click is at.
Anyone ever have to print out a 200+ page website and attempt to arrange the pages in such a way that the CEO, who had never looked at it online, could review it?
Even though the entire purpose of the organization was to share information, he then wanted to take most of the information out because we were a SUPER SEKRIT organization. The fact that it could only be reached with passwords on computers in nuclear plants, and we had been sharing information on a computer network accessed from those plants for a decade or so had no affect on him. Information is only SUPER SEKRIT if it's in black-and-white (or green-and-white) text with none of that fancy stuff. He (and I) are long gone from the organization, but I still twitch occasionally from the experience.
Then there were the people who, when reviewing the copy, indicated the need for two, not one, spaces after every single sentence. That was so prevalent that I finally gave up and wrote macros that added a space before review and another that removed it.
What are people doing this weekend?
I just arrived in San Francisco!
I mention, again, the people who sent us a fax when we asked for a screenshot.
I misread that as "sent us a fox" and was momentarily stabbed by envy, because I would much rather have people send me foxes than screenshots.
I just arrived in San Francisco!
LIAR. I am right exactly here in San Francisco, and I see no Tom. Humph.
