"Cartridge" is a ridiculously hard word to type
The season has arrived. The bugs, they are coming... in my window. Which is a pain because it gets too warm if I keep it shut.
The number of things that can go wrong when one tries to replace an ink cartridge are oddly high, in my house. Having replaced a couple of cartridges so that my sister Erin could print out some petition to get the artificial colouring put back into the sugary bits on Marks and Spencers caterpillar rolls (don't ask), we then discovered that the black wasn't working for some reason. Erin, being insane (she is responsible for Citizen Cane), insisted that I check to make absolutely sure I hadn't put white ink in by mistake.
After several more minutes debating the existence and the utter uselessness of white printer ink, we searched the house to find a black felt tip pen so that Erin could draw in the black line that she insisted had to seperate the page into halves. She was, for yet more unclear but probably insane reasons, completely against using a ballpoint pen.
We ended up back at the printer, discovering that the black cartridge, but not the yellow one, had some strange little tab that seemed to serve no purpose but required pulling before it would actually print anything. The pointless document was eventually printed, after we had convinced my mother (who had “done this a hundred times”) that the black ink cartridge went into the printer in exactly the same way as all the other ones next to it, rather than sideways with the ink hole (that's the technical term) pointing out of the printer.
I tell you this story only so that I can compare the amount of stress I get at home to the amount I get from my first day doing Advanced Higher subjects at school. It was remarkably dull and I won't bore you with it. Suffice it to say that having four free periods a day (and a Computing lesson that was effectively a free period with computers) is really boring if you have no work to do and none of your friends brought their DSs.
It looks like Skippy has got today's NWT up. More abstract thought and less whining about white ink and technological ineptitude tomorrow. In the meantime, I leave you with this thought.
Throughout most of my early science classes, we were constantly told not to write “amount” in place of terms like “mass” and “volume”, even losing marks when we did so in tests. That has stuck in my head so much that I now flinch every time I type the blasted word.
The number of things that can go wrong when one tries to replace an ink cartridge are oddly high, in my house. Having replaced a couple of cartridges so that my sister Erin could print out some petition to get the artificial colouring put back into the sugary bits on Marks and Spencers caterpillar rolls (don't ask), we then discovered that the black wasn't working for some reason. Erin, being insane (she is responsible for Citizen Cane), insisted that I check to make absolutely sure I hadn't put white ink in by mistake.
After several more minutes debating the existence and the utter uselessness of white printer ink, we searched the house to find a black felt tip pen so that Erin could draw in the black line that she insisted had to seperate the page into halves. She was, for yet more unclear but probably insane reasons, completely against using a ballpoint pen.
We ended up back at the printer, discovering that the black cartridge, but not the yellow one, had some strange little tab that seemed to serve no purpose but required pulling before it would actually print anything. The pointless document was eventually printed, after we had convinced my mother (who had “done this a hundred times”) that the black ink cartridge went into the printer in exactly the same way as all the other ones next to it, rather than sideways with the ink hole (that's the technical term) pointing out of the printer.
I tell you this story only so that I can compare the amount of stress I get at home to the amount I get from my first day doing Advanced Higher subjects at school. It was remarkably dull and I won't bore you with it. Suffice it to say that having four free periods a day (and a Computing lesson that was effectively a free period with computers) is really boring if you have no work to do and none of your friends brought their DSs.
It looks like Skippy has got today's NWT up. More abstract thought and less whining about white ink and technological ineptitude tomorrow. In the meantime, I leave you with this thought.
Throughout most of my early science classes, we were constantly told not to write “amount” in place of terms like “mass” and “volume”, even losing marks when we did so in tests. That has stuck in my head so much that I now flinch every time I type the blasted word.
posted by Alasdair Corbett at
10:44 PM
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