May 13th, 2015

2013, cyd, new

Brought to you purely by keyboard manipulation

Another day, another mouse cord eaten by Major. Yep, I am mouseless. And I can't figure out how to turn the touch pad back on with keyboard manipulation. I'm not that far advanced.

So Doc is at Walmart, getting a 40lb bag of cat food to carry home (thanks, B) and a new mouse. Possibly a cordless trackball, if they have the one I want.

I just caught Major trying to extricate the rest of the mouse cord from the general computer cord mess to chew on. I am so mad at him. I scolded him while showing him the piece of cord, he just started chewing on it in my hand. I don't know how to discipline him, he is so thick. He just doesn't get it. This makes 1 pair of headphones, 1 trackball, and 1 IR mouse. If Doc can get the trackball I want, it's cordless. But Major has got to be stopped before he starts going for thick cables that could make him go BZZZZT. Or cables that we can't cheaply fix or replace. Dammit, that was the mouse for the drone laptop. I don't need it, as such, the touch pad works on it, it was just nice to have, and it was only a year old.

The train crash sucks. I hope only one person I know that travels that corridor on the train was on it. The rest of the people, I have great empathy for. And to politicians I say: INFRASTRUCTURE.

At least it shut everybody up about Deflategate. I could give so few fucks about the NFL. The past 12 months have shown them to be a men's club full of men who never grew up. Abusers, cheaters, violent offenders, drug users . . . and it's all okay as long as you're making money for the team. It's a complete disgrace to our country that we pay these apes to run around with sports balls and permanently injure themselves for fake glory and worthless rings they won't be able to pawn when things end for them and they realize they have nothing else they can do for the rest of their lives. (Broad Generalization Alert)

Ooooh! I have a new trackball! It's wireless and beautiful. I have to slow the pointer speed down, but other than that it is perfect. I can work in Photoshop again! No more of that IR mouse! Though Doc is going to try to fix it for the drone laptop. Whatever. I got my trackball, and since it is within a week of my birthday, it counts as my birthday present, so he's off the hook for that.

I wonder what I'm going to have for lunch.