The Cat Ate My F8 Key
Which is my excuse for not having written much lately.
Also, what puzzles me is this: I have lived in this house for three years and there were never any mice. That is, until two days after the cats (who ignored the little rodent with a thoroughly feline attitude of superiority and indifference) moved in. You tell me how to interpret this – I have given up.
posted by Dora @ 8:53 PM
5 Comments:
Wei, before you say anything, the F8 key is very important to me: much more so than the underscore. I have stories about how F8 saved the day.
Actually, Dora save my first presentation in the States, using the F8 key. From that point, is the key that worry the most.
I'm not sure if using the F8 key is even on the same level of presentation saving as pointing out on the night before a typo on the first slide that actually puts the word "shits" in context. Thanks again Juan.
Cats, huh? There's just no figuring them out. They do what they want to do and expect to be fed for it. But you gotta love 'em. I know I do.
Cats are alright but I really mostly care about mine. But for the most part I have stopped questioning what they do, like why one of them loves to play fetch.
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