not as cute as stuart.
While I'm waiting for my video to finish rendering, I thought I might share a story chock full of so much irony, you'd best wear protective headgear as your head is bound to implode by the sheer magnitude of ironyness. You've been warned.
Felix has possibly the last ball-mouse in existence, and it is the most malfunctioning, sorriest excuse for a mouse in the history of mice ever, if I may say so myself. Many times I have resisted the urge to yank it by the cord in a blind rage and smash it repeatedly against the wall until the ball possessed by satan himself pops out, thus releasing its curse of terribleness. It's that bad. You point it left, it performs a swirling, looping maneuver and suddenly you've shut down the computer and deleted the C drive. I've had a spare optical mouse sitting around my house since I moved in, and have offered it to him on more than one occasion. "Yeah, maybe later." Well, 'later' finally became 'now'. We ventured into the spare room in my house to make sure it was still there and unused. I flicked on the lights, and sure enough, the mouse was there.
Well, a mouse. Only it was now brown, nimble, and disease ridden. Also, alive.
Well, if there was any doubt of my gender before, let it be known, I am either a woman or the biggest sissy on the planet. I reacted like a total chick. I'm actually somewhat embarrassed. Never have I had the pleasure of encountering rodents in my house before, especially not in the bedrooms, so it came as quite a shock to me when I started blubbering like a baby. I was so freaked out I begged Felix to let me stay at his house until the big strong men can defeat the beady eyed little beast. Oh, my heroes! I am such a girl.
Alright, so it wasn't exactly irony, just a coincidence. But that doesn't have as much panache.
Felix has possibly the last ball-mouse in existence, and it is the most malfunctioning, sorriest excuse for a mouse in the history of mice ever, if I may say so myself. Many times I have resisted the urge to yank it by the cord in a blind rage and smash it repeatedly against the wall until the ball possessed by satan himself pops out, thus releasing its curse of terribleness. It's that bad. You point it left, it performs a swirling, looping maneuver and suddenly you've shut down the computer and deleted the C drive. I've had a spare optical mouse sitting around my house since I moved in, and have offered it to him on more than one occasion. "Yeah, maybe later." Well, 'later' finally became 'now'. We ventured into the spare room in my house to make sure it was still there and unused. I flicked on the lights, and sure enough, the mouse was there.
Well, a mouse. Only it was now brown, nimble, and disease ridden. Also, alive.
Well, if there was any doubt of my gender before, let it be known, I am either a woman or the biggest sissy on the planet. I reacted like a total chick. I'm actually somewhat embarrassed. Never have I had the pleasure of encountering rodents in my house before, especially not in the bedrooms, so it came as quite a shock to me when I started blubbering like a baby. I was so freaked out I begged Felix to let me stay at his house until the big strong men can defeat the beady eyed little beast. Oh, my heroes! I am such a girl.
Alright, so it wasn't exactly irony, just a coincidence. But that doesn't have as much panache.