Happy Birthday. Mom highlighted my hair yesterday...I'm, like, Beach-Boy-Song blonde now, as opposed to my usual ash.
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
My boss has been talking her husband through all the steps sending her an email with an attachment for the past half hour. Like, even how to type her name in the to: field.
Ok, now she is driving home so she can do it herself (she forgot a document on her home computer).
Like, even how to type her name in the to: field.
::mouth falls open::
Connie, that's wonderful!
Sophia, that's ridiculous.
Wow, is he really that dense? Or does she not respect her husband?
No, he is really that dense. He doesn't use email except to reply to people (he is a nurse in the Emergency Department Trauma Bay, so not a lot of computer work). What was particularly funny was that she told him to type her name as "last name comma first name" and it wouldn't work because she didn't tell him to put a space after the comma!
OK, I know that at least my mother, who is in her 70s and has never had an internet connection at home, could manage that successfully. This is a guy who's responsible for procedures that other people's lives depend on?
Happy birthday Aims!
Eleven Great Playable Video Game Satires
My fave is text-based Pong: [link]
Your opponent, the dreadfully skilled Left Paddle, managed to return your fast ball, and it sure looks as if it will pass right beneath your paddle. What do you do?
Move your paddle up.
Don't move paddle.
Move your paddle down.