Another work story
The other day, I was helping a guest look at cameras “so she could upload pictures to the internet.” She produced a tablet and stated that her “computer was broken and this thing (pointing to the tablet) couldn’t take pictures because it was a piece of shit.” (with electronics, 99% of the time, you get what you pay for)
I showed her the two laptops we sell, but she didn’t want to spend the money, and at that point one of our kid’s tablets caught her eye. At first, I thought she was looking for a permanent replacement, but boy was I wrong!
We then focus the conversation on the kid’s tablet and I’m now thinking she’s looking for a child. I tell her all the neat features, how it has the two cameras and a lot of pre-downloaded kids apps. Then the bombshell drops:
"Yeah, but can it go to Facebook?"
It took me a moment to think, but I soon remembered that Facebook required you to be like 13 to sign up, and a kid’s tablet would clearly block access to that site.
"No, I don’t think you can, even in browser."
"Oh, I guess I can’t upload a pic my kid’s haircut then."
Jewelry making summer sweatshop
Anyone else play Tomodachi Life? It’s tons of fun, and even more fun to be a jackass on the Miiverse thread.
You can see my marvelous reflections through drawings there ;)
I have always been a piece of shit cosplayer.
I prefer “Round Up” because it has a smoother flavor, but one cannot deny the feeling of freedom you get from “Stallion” unfilters
So I forgot I had this in my basement. It even has a wireless mic so you can be an asshole too. Best. Fifty. Bucks. Spent.
A train, pissed off that it is no longer the most viable form of transport, has caused a brush fire in my area.
I FOUND HIM AGAIN! And I tried to extort him, he didn’t fall for it so I took took the drugs the hard way
A Skyrim story.
This is like my 4th or 5th time playing through Skyrim. What I can say, it’s a good game.
So it was like 3 AM gametime and I was travelling to Winterhold via the road from Dawnstar.
Snowing like a mother-fuck.
On the path, by some crumbling walls I see a figure.
I drew my bow. He didn’t turn into a red dot on my compass.
So I walked up, bow still drawn.
It was a Bosmer.
And he asked me a question.