Fun With Transcripts, episode MCIII
ME, reading through inbox: Email from Whole Paycheck, hm, cherries are $1.99 tomorrow... {goes to wake Mum back up} Hey, cherries are on sale at Whole Paycheck, pick some up on your way home?
MUM, who has actually not fallen asleep yet, but is in permanent state of HEY YOU KIDS GET OFF MY TECHNOLAWN: ...Where did you hear this from?
ME: They emailed me. Yeah, cherries email me, the car emails me...
(I could get around to setting her up with her own portal to the Wonders of the Intarwebs, but since we still haven't really ironed out the part about "step three: getting the damn Intarwebs to work on that side of the wall" yet, I'm having a little trouble getting myself arsed to plug the rest of Gareth-That-Was-Gaius in for her. Not least because it would involve remembering how to set up a subordinate account on the damn thing so she doesn't get into my old... stuff.)
In other developments, the Census sent along a sheet of paper that I would need for telling Unemployment that the Census gig ended for lack of further work. I am now mulling over whether there would be much point going in to try to file a claim, all things considered. But I suppose it's the thought that counts, or something.
MUM, who has actually not fallen asleep yet, but is in permanent state of HEY YOU KIDS GET OFF MY TECHNOLAWN: ...Where did you hear this from?
ME: They emailed me. Yeah, cherries email me, the car emails me...
(I could get around to setting her up with her own portal to the Wonders of the Intarwebs, but since we still haven't really ironed out the part about "step three: getting the damn Intarwebs to work on that side of the wall" yet, I'm having a little trouble getting myself arsed to plug the rest of Gareth-That-Was-Gaius in for her. Not least because it would involve remembering how to set up a subordinate account on the damn thing so she doesn't get into my old... stuff.)
In other developments, the Census sent along a sheet of paper that I would need for telling Unemployment that the Census gig ended for lack of further work. I am now mulling over whether there would be much point going in to try to file a claim, all things considered. But I suppose it's the thought that counts, or something.