Just got a spam call from Argyle, TX. I bet it was one of those phone socks lines.
It’s 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, “my work here is done.”
I don’t 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 couldn’t 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, “what is that?”
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 “www.anal…”
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.
Didn’t matter. I’ve been way more careful about what I screenshot ever since.
It’s a verb? The present tense must be “screenshit”.
I think the proper verb is “screenshat”. Easy to confuse, though, especially if you’re typing in a New York accent.
Screenshot is present tense.
Screenshat is past tense.
Screenshit is anything in the screenshot that’s 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.
That’s 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 there’s the Journal of Analytical Methods in Chemistry and the Journal of Analytic Psychology.
This week in grunge band names…
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?