Okay, so it looked a little better on Audrey Hepburn.
People, this is post #700.
I'll pause to let that sink in.
Instead of writing blog posts, I've been writing a list of blog post topics down in my notebook. Nothing seems particularly fitting for a seven hundredth blog post, you know? For instance, one idea for a post concerns the Mac laptop that I use at work. It has one of those uber-convenient (or uber-inconvenient, depending on whether your battery is completely incapable of hold a charge and you are clumsy) magnetic cords that separate from your computer at the slightest tug. I recently got a new battery for it (see parens, above), and have been doing my best to treat the battery like a very special lady, the queen maybe, by plugging it in, charging it completely, and then unplugging it and letting the charge run down. This, as you can imagine, involves a lot of plugging and unplugging.
Well, recently also Other advised me not to keep my cellphone charger plugged into the wall when I'm not actually using it in order to conserve energy. Makes sense, yes.
But for some reason, this idea that a plugged-in cord is siphoning energy off the grid has made me intensely curious about how much energy is actually there.
So, translating this idea to the nice tiny little rectangular Mac plug has given me a distinct urge to touch it to my tongue when the outlet end is plugged in.
Every time I plug or unplug it, I look at the little rectangle and just imagine myself touching it to my tongue. It's not like one of those knife fights in the movies, where one hand is doing its best to force the little plug into my mouth and the other is struggling valiantly against it, and I'm leaning back over a desk and cursing. And you're probably not ever going to see a Reuters News of the Weird headline about some crazy chick who electrocuted herself with a Mac cord by purposely touching it to her tongue. But every time I see that little thing, I just get the mental image of touching it to my tongue.
Post Seven Hundred: Still An Idiot.
I'll pause to let that sink in.
Instead of writing blog posts, I've been writing a list of blog post topics down in my notebook. Nothing seems particularly fitting for a seven hundredth blog post, you know? For instance, one idea for a post concerns the Mac laptop that I use at work. It has one of those uber-convenient (or uber-inconvenient, depending on whether your battery is completely incapable of hold a charge and you are clumsy) magnetic cords that separate from your computer at the slightest tug. I recently got a new battery for it (see parens, above), and have been doing my best to treat the battery like a very special lady, the queen maybe, by plugging it in, charging it completely, and then unplugging it and letting the charge run down. This, as you can imagine, involves a lot of plugging and unplugging.
Well, recently also Other advised me not to keep my cellphone charger plugged into the wall when I'm not actually using it in order to conserve energy. Makes sense, yes.
But for some reason, this idea that a plugged-in cord is siphoning energy off the grid has made me intensely curious about how much energy is actually there.
So, translating this idea to the nice tiny little rectangular Mac plug has given me a distinct urge to touch it to my tongue when the outlet end is plugged in.
Every time I plug or unplug it, I look at the little rectangle and just imagine myself touching it to my tongue. It's not like one of those knife fights in the movies, where one hand is doing its best to force the little plug into my mouth and the other is struggling valiantly against it, and I'm leaning back over a desk and cursing. And you're probably not ever going to see a Reuters News of the Weird headline about some crazy chick who electrocuted herself with a Mac cord by purposely touching it to her tongue. But every time I see that little thing, I just get the mental image of touching it to my tongue.
Post Seven Hundred: Still An Idiot.
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