We have a pet name for our printer, well I shouldn't say printer because it's one of those printer, copier, scanner, stapler, fax, X-ray, omelette maker conglomerations. Hence, a "MultiFunction Device" or "MFD" as the the sales rep that trained us on its many operations referred to it. We probably say MFD more ruefully and with more emphasis on the MF part than the company rep did though. Actually I can't complain about the print quality, just that most of the interface is geared more toward the photocopier aspect than the printer and carefully crafted to frustrate and confuse.

Need to cancel a print job quickly? Quick! Slap the big red STOP button. Oh right, that works for everything BUT the printer. So how do you cancel a print job? It's 4 levels deep in a menu system that uses vague language, never anything helpful and direct like "Cancel Print Job." What the Hell is going on? The touch screen isn't responding, the printer is happily spewing out page after page of postscript error, it should be woken up, I'm helplessly pushing buttons, why doesn't the screen respond? Ahah, I need to lift the copier lid, that wakes up the screen. Oh well, no need to rush anymore. Out of paper.

Oh MFD, what will you think of next?

For some reason this morning people were acting less like they were driving to work and more they were in the grand marshal in the rose parade. PANCAKING DRIVE!!!!

Most kids eat crayons. I ate the coloring book.

I thought it was strange that the buy-in was photos of my feet but figured it was part of some fantasy football tradition or something.

If it's for your personal use, it's your personal call.

For example, I always airbrush out my rakish good looks, rippling abs, and certain body bulges -- just to prevent undo duress by innocent female viewers.

Quintuple-triple-ex! Wow, that's where they blindfold the videographer right?

oh what a delight! I've found a community of smartasses. I am home!

Rode a stuffed giant sized unicorn with a wooden spoon as my sword convinced that if I yelled "She-Ra princess of power" loud enough while pointing my sword in the air that something magical would happen and whisk me away to some awesome castle to be a princess.
While many kids did things like this I did it for years, always hoping it would one day work.

^^^ I caught her doing this just the other day....

That's what I'm here for Bladez. Moderate occasionally, be silly once in a while, and make other members toss their cookies the rest of the time.

Apparently the *bleep bleeps* changed their *bleeping* minds and are re-arranging the entire *bleeping* display that I shot, color corrected, touched up in PS which comprised of about 10 *bleeping* hours and which made me stay *bleeping* late tuesday night.

*Bleep*

I probably won't be posting the rest of the day due to said *bleeping* project.

I just noticed the tp short widths last week. We've got a cutsey tp holder in the bathroom at work that has two triangular projections that hold the tp roll from the sides - rather than a collapsible cylinder that runs the length of the roll.

After taking the Browns to the Superbowl, I gave a hearty yank on the tp as usual to get sufficient waddage to banish the bunghole demons and the roll went flying onto floor cuz the rolls are now too short to stay securely on the projections.

Thanks crummy economy. Thanks a lot.

I still think a good tea bagging would clear that up Ckret.... on second thought, that might be how you got the shingles

Lol! The title to this thread tickled me. My first thought was that your problem must be that you have touched an alien device and slipped into another dimension within our own universe and have essentially become out of phase with the rest of us. I saw this on stargate once. Very serious situation.

But wait! How are you typing this to us!?!? You must have someone there with you, but in this dimension, that knows you are trapped and you are pressing a button on the alien device that crosses the dimension gap and so can morse code your message to them.

I'm going to go and physically harm myself now as pennace for talking about startgate on a public forum.

bad frank, wht-tsh! wht-tshh! Aiiooowwwwwch! I am shamed.