I used to teach this guy. He could make any computer in the lab spontaneously reboot just by sitting down next to it (no hands on the keyboard or near the power buttons, we checked!).
He did have nerve damage, the kind you can sense if you held a hand near his arm. So there was that.
He was very ethical, so I let him bring his own computer in for the final exam. And before somebody snarks, adult learners are the first to complain something is unfair, and everyone was happy with this accommodation. Truth is he was already good at computers, and just needed the instructional hours for his workers comp claim.
This is my stool. There are many like it but this one is mine …
They got me all excited about their stool!
To each her own, I say.
Those days when someone like Spiderman could pal around on the Electric Company
Now?
We adopted a cat whose foster name was “Titmouse.” Diminutives of that name seemed inappropriate.
“Here, Tits! C’mon Tits, it’s feeding time!”
“Darn it, Mouse left a mouse on the mat again!”
My cat’s name has devolved to “Move, animal!”
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Pets are children who you can address as “dumbass” without people looking at you like you’re a monster.
THAT’S what I’m doing wrong. I will never get a Safe for children of all Ages designation.