September 21st, 2005

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Mice Work

I recently realised that of all the things that were causing me stress at work, one could be very simply solved. I needed a new mouse.

The ball and sensors in my mouse had become clogged and damaged, causing the pointer to skip - usually when I was trying to do something that demanded a precision click, like closing a window. Also, the cord was too short for the distance it was required to stretch, and often snagged or got yanked out. The constant minor irritation this created had lowered my tolerance threshold for other irritations, making me snap much more easily. (This very scenario is described in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, which I was sidetracked into picking up yet again last night, only with a dripping tap.)

After a brief online search, I found this. It might look as if it has a gigantic bubo sprouting from one side, but it's perfect for my needs. The only problem was that it's not featured in our official stationery catalogue, so I needed to explain to our stationery person why I had to have this particular beastie.

After letting me ramble for a few minutes about my vital web team work, she said: "Just tell me your wrist hurts, love."

So, offering a silent prayer for forgiveness (since I know several people who genuinely do have RSI and suffer agonies with it), I told her it did.

The mouse came this morning, along with one for my boss.

It's like Christmas in here.
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I Like This Poem

If you see this, post a poem in your LiveJournal. If you want to, of course.

I've read a lot of unfamiliar poems over the last few days - thanks, guys. This one probably won't be new to you as it's in just about every school textbook ever, as well as kiddy verse anthology I Like This Poem. (It's great, that book. More than half the pages have fallen out of my copy. Every poem in it was chosen by a child, who's also explained why they like it underneath. My favourite caption is for Lone Dog: 'because when I was little I was rough and tough'.)

I like poems to have rhyme and rhythm, hence my deep love of Tennyson. But above all, I like poems to have a point - to be based around a central clever idea, and reach a brilliant conclusion in the last line or two. Like a good detective story, you don't know how it will turn out until the very end although all the clues are there. This is why I like Abou Ben Adhem, and Ozymandias, and If. And that's why I like Collapse )

I love Stevie Smith. She was bonkers and brilliant; I admire her atheism, her appreciation of cats, and the fact that she was depressed for much of her life but didn't moan about it. This is not my favourite of her poems - this one is - but it popped into my head the other day and I thought: 'If that poetry meme turns up again, this is what I shall post.'

So I did.

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