Just got a spam call from Argyle, TX. I bet it was one of those phone socks lines.
Itâs a huge, deadly kitten! Try the laser pointer next!
somewhere a wire transfer sends the second half of the payment for a completed job
Hitcat licks his paw to say, âmy work here is done.â
I donât know if this counts as a random silly grin, but it made me grin. I was just doing a remote presentation over the web and I couldnât figure out screensharing and I felt really silly. But then I remembered that my mom rolled a Volkswagon beetle while on acid when she was 17, and I realized nothing I do will ever be that ridic, and I felt better.
Fixed.
Oh, okay. This went in a completely different direction than what I was expecting.
I was thinking back to a poster session I did back when I was a grad student. This older, distinguished looking professor comes along and we have a conversation about my research. All is going well. Then, he points to one of the graphics and says, âwhat is ***that?***â
This graphic was a screenshot of our data acquisition running. I had a browser tab open along the bottom of the screen. All that was visible was âwww.analâŚâ
It was a spec sheet for a part I needed for a board I was building, and I accessed this sheet from the Analog Devices webpage.
Didnât matter. Iâve been way more careful about what I screenshot ever since.
Itâs a verb? The present tense must be âscreenshitâ.
I think the proper verb is âscreenshatâ. Easy to confuse, though, especially if youâre typing in a New York accent.
Screenshot is present tense.
Screenshat is past tense.
Screenshit is anything in the screenshot thatâs not supposed to be there.
I thought that was a screenbomb. Screenshit is what you get when you drop your phone and break the LCD.
Right you are. Screenshit is simply the output of a screenshot, intentional or not.
Thatâs screenshattered.
I always felt sorry for the editors of the Journal of Analytical Toxicology; the official citation style abbreviated them to J Anal Toxic.
Then thereâs the Journal of Analytical Methods in Chemistry and the Journal of Analytic Psychology.
This week in grunge band namesâŚ
No, that would be this:
The Man From A.U.N.T.?
The MAD magazine satire was The Man From A.U.N.T.I.E., which stood for Association for Unbelievably Nauseating Television and Idiotic Entertainment.
now why do I remember things like that?