At least it’s not underwear…
At least it’s not underwear…
The picture of a dystopian future where feudal oligarchs are shooting down each others low orbit internet satellites in the furious competition for best coverage popped into my head.
Who are we casting as the satellite retrieval specialist with a penchant for bonsai trees living in an off grid log cabin?
Unfortunately there were no other parties present to provide a second opinion, only their cat. Which, to be fair, is probably less tech illiterate than the human.
Friend of the family but still…
Had to travel by boat to an island with no road connection to turn on a printer, after having been promised that it was, in fact, on.
Once turned on it was working. Well as much as a printer can work.
My dads first bonding experience with one of our cats was when he got a new printer. They got it set up and running as a team effort. That cat loved watching paper come out of the printer, and when they were done my dad set the printer to pump out 50 blank pages.
You sound like my co-workers. It’s so easy to choose what to wear.
I’ll have you know I have 4 nice shirts. They’re all identical black shirts though.
I use mine for my lamps. Got four outlets like that in my living room.
Unexpected Nixon.
Every. Damn. Time.
HE DOES NOT LOOK LIKE RON PERLMAN!
Naw, but having to fight with the wee man for ones boxer briefs on laundry day is not as gratifying as one might think.