Showing posts with label world war robot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label world war robot. Show all posts

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Thursday, January 9, 2014

"I told my doctor about that, and he gave me new medicine, so it won't happen anymore."

I said this to Kristin, when discussing the absurdity that the giant format graphic text World War Robot was used as a lap desk for my computer, since I had recently broken my plastic lap desk in a fit of rage while grading some nonsense assignment. Kristin didn't like using World War Robot as a lap desk, and argued that a proper lap desk would be much better.

Really, I was responding to what her eyes were saying, not her words. After I said these words she laughed a lot, which made me feel better about the whole thing.

And she's right. A proper lap desk would do better than a 12" x 12" hardback book. But right now I think that's my lesson to learn, and not hers, since I'm the one that broke the previous lap desk.