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The techno-jinx does its stuff! Not drastically, but this Microsoft wireless mouse is a bugger, it only registers about three clicks out of four, fiddle I never so wisely with the mouse settings. There is a certain amount of re-clicking and swearing involved in the course of weekend browsing. Also, I've spent selected chunks of the weekend trying to get my Skype connection to work, which is all going fine except that I cannot persuade this computer to acknowledge the existence of my spanky new headset. I think they may have installed a nifty power switch just around the corner in a different dimension, from which vantage point it's snickering at my pathetic fiddling with drivers and what have you. Bother.

I need to review Nation, and the Warren Ellis Iron Man series (Extremis, Adi Granov art, extremely beautiful), both of which I've recently read, but I'm trying to catch up on the work I didn't finish last week and reviews will have to wait. So, while I dive back with a despairing squeak into the user-friendification of directions for potential applicants, I leave you with a meme (nicked from Dayle).

If you saw me in a police car, what would you think I got arrested for?

(I don't think I'm actually likely to get arrested, I'm fundamentally Lawful Good, so you may have to be creative. Also, feel free to grab said meme to find out your friends' suspicions about your own criminal tendencies).

Date: Sunday, 16 November 2008 11:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strawberryfrog.livejournal.com
Arrested for sheer cussedness.

Date: Sunday, 16 November 2008 11:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] extemporanea.livejournal.com
I think that's annoying rather than illegal, technically...

Date: Sunday, 16 November 2008 11:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strawberryfrog.livejournal.com
Normally, I'd agree with you, but if you're good enough at it, it could happen.

Breaking and entering

Date: Sunday, 16 November 2008 02:41 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Given your known tea addiction, a spot of burglary in the quest for some top quality Earl Grey, would seem to be the most likely.

Speaking of which, you checked out the tea store in Cavendish yet?

C

Re: Breaking and entering

Date: Monday, 17 November 2008 05:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] extemporanea.livejournal.com
Actually, that does seem the most likely. Back In The Day when I didn't have a proper salary, the Earl Grey did used to run out, and there would be wistful fantasies of bank robbery or cat burglary or something. Then again the other likely outcome, tea-wise, is to be arrested for bludgeoning the Evil Landlord to death with the rolling pin because he incautiously got between me and the tea-wherewithal first thing in the morning.

Re: Breaking and entering

Date: Monday, 17 November 2008 05:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] extemporanea.livejournal.com
oops, sidetracked (by sipping Earl Grey, appropriately enough). Nope, haven't checked out the Cavendish store, but then again I'm a bit of a one-tea gal, I tend not to be adventurous with new tea types.

Date: Sunday, 16 November 2008 04:16 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Road rage. Or possibly first-degree murder of a computer.

Cheers, Dayle

Date: Tuesday, 18 November 2008 05:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] extemporanea.livejournal.com
They'd never convict me!

Date: Sunday, 16 November 2008 04:46 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Stealing books, or maybe stalking Mr Tennant ;-)

everymoment.

Date: Monday, 17 November 2008 06:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] extemporanea.livejournal.com
Insofar as books constitute the only thing I can ever remember actually stealing (from a Lutheran retreat), valid point. Not so much with the stalking, though. I like my actor-crushes to remain firmly within my imagination, actual reality would wreck them.

Date: Sunday, 16 November 2008 07:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] egadfly.livejournal.com
Carving "ITS = POSSESSIVE. IT'S = IT IS!" into the foreheads of fanfic writers, while clipping 'em round the ears with a wet fish.

The Daily Voice headline would be JESS THE RIPPER: SHIPPER KIPPER CLIPPER!

Date: Sunday, 16 November 2008 09:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strawberryfrog.livejournal.com
I submit that that would qualify as criminal levels of sheer cussedness.

Date: Monday, 17 November 2008 05:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] extemporanea.livejournal.com
I'm sorry, but no. That would qualify as the expression of a pure and righteous wrath. Although probably not into the foreheads of fanfic writers - more likely into the foreheads of Dear Little Students.

Egadfly's Horrible Headline Of Doom does, however, totally qualify as sheer cussedness.

Date: Monday, 17 November 2008 02:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] egadfly.livejournal.com
I wrote "students" originally but then couldn't resist working "shipper" into the headline of doom. Of squirrels.

Date: Sunday, 16 November 2008 09:50 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Student rage. No question.
(Probably brought on by an inability of students to note office hours, but possibly by appalling literacy displayed in essays; I wouldn't be brave enough to hazard a guess.)

scroob

Date: Monday, 17 November 2008 06:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] extemporanea.livejournal.com
Arriving for curriculum advice without printing out their record, in fact. I have a notice on my door, embellished with an Ursula Vernon snoggox for greater eye-catchiness, which they all cordially ignore. And more likely for late essay submission than for actual illiteracy, with the exception of the its/it's solecism, which does inspire me to active rage.

Date: Monday, 17 November 2008 06:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] herne-kzn.livejournal.com
A sustained an vigorous beating about the head and shoulders of either an ickle firstie or said ickle firstie's parents for various office barging, drop-what-you're-doing-and-fix-this type offences.

Date: Monday, 17 November 2008 06:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] extemporanea.livejournal.com
Pshaw. "Sustained and vigorous beating" nothing. I char them to a crisp with the patented Death Glare when they barge thusly into my office. Then the nice cleaning lady scrapes up the ashes and no-one can link me to the crime.

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