No, I'm not talking about my melonhead nephew. He's so cute, he'll be pink for years.
I mean my new mini-mouse. He runs on an invisible 'laser' (at this point my fingers are making AIR QUOTES in the uh, air), and features a low-battery light and a sideways scrolling 5-way scroll wheel. And of course, he is stealthy and small, and black.
The guy who sold it to me quoted me 55 bucks. But I only paid 26.
It's because this is a particularly snotty shop, they don't serve very many locals, and I was holding the cheaper mouse when I asked for quotes. He didn't bother checking my package to see that I had indeed chosen the cheaper option.
Booya, Mr Snotty Pants.
In other news, I've gone from this cushy setup -
To this less cushy one -
All in less than a month.
I prefer where I am now.
Uh oh. Mouse attacking.
I dub thee, Calvin.
"I flee who chases me, and chase who flees me." - Ovid
Ovid, ya rhymester. Lets meet for a drink some time and get ourselves into a coma.
We'll see who chases who then.
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