i've always wanted to be a hacker

So I've always wanted to be a hacker. (Dear FBI: I don't really want to be a hacker. I wish NO harm to anyone or anything. I just wish my brain was sophisticated enough to be able to do something like that.) Why, you might ask? Perhaps it is because I have seem too many movies where those types of skills are the key to a happy ending. The little girl in Jurassic Park was able to lock the doors because she knew a lot about computers. The guy in Die Hard (the last one made) was able to defeat the firewall because he had the smarts...or am I remembering that movie correctly? Anyway, the list could go on and on. I would just love to be able to say that I have the capability of saving some small town or even the nation because of what I can do on the computer. That being said, I don't really know if I am cut out for that line of work.

For the last little while my laptop at home, indeed the very one that I am typing on right now, has had this problem with the screen. For some reason the font is HUGE! I have tried so many times to figure out what is wrong and how to shrink it down to normal. You would think that you would just need to go to View or Edit at the top of the screen and adjust the size there, or that maybe you would go to the control panel and fix it all there. But no. I must have hit something in just the perfect sequence so as to prevent me from returning to normal land. Quite upsetting. I guess I am not cut out to be a master mind in the world of computers.

that's my name, that's my name

I heard this funny story the other night and thought I would pass it along. Now that I think of it, I can’t really remember if it was a true story witnessed by my friend, if the story was simply passed along, or if it was something found in a magazine. To the person that relayed this to me, I’m sorry if I totally mess it up or embellish it with details that didn’t actually happen. J

A mother and daughter were in Macy’s at the makeup counter. The little girl was standing in front of the display cases pointing her little finger at various, items all the while saying, “That’s my name. That’s my name. That’s my name. That’s my name.” Then her mother calls to her, “Clinique (said Clinique-wuh), come on, let’s go!”

End story.

how many times can you cut your hand off, grandma?

Once upon a time (now) I worked with a little girl who is a "story teller". (read: she makes things up all the time. we might have a little problem here in the future.) I don't think that she realizes that she is story teller. I don't know if details are a bit hazy so she has to fill them in or if the stories she is telling me are 100% inaccurate. Either way, she does tell a good story. The other day she was telling me about how her grandmother's hand had been cut off twice...or rather came off twice. The first time her grandmother was just sleeping and then when she woke up, her hand was on the floor. (Now that is one way to prevent a little girl from ever falling asleep again. Just tell her that story.) Anyway, the grandmother was quick enough to think, "I need to sew this back on." So she did and all was well....

...until she accidentally cut it off about a month later! She was just making some dinner one day and then cut her hand right off! To which, this little girl responded, "How many times can you cut your hand off, Grandma?"

The End.

frogger

This morning I played Frogger on the way to work. No, I didn't have a PSP or anything like that. I decided to do it old school. For some reason I thought I could cross a four lane street, even with a green light working against me...during rush hour, mind you. I stood there, unable to move, trying to decide if I should "go for it" or if it would be safer to stay where I was. Luckily, I wasn't being timed so I decided to stay put in the middle of the road and dodged the cars as they drove by at different intervals. People I walk around the city with are always pulling me out of the way as cars whiz by. They keep telling me that I need to be careful. Maybe I should listen.

Needless to say, I did make it to the other side...

maybe i should move

My stairwell....'nuff said.