Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Where the Wild Things Go
OK. So I'm sitting at my computer typing away and using my mouse, and for whatever reason I happen to take a look for the first time at my mouse pad which has been there forever, but never been really seen. It has a James Bond type picture on it, and it says, "Max Payne--A Man with Nothing to Lose" and other things about a fugitive cop and New York City. It is pretty pathetic to use something like that and have its details so invisible to your notice. It is even more puzzling how it got there in the first place. Finally, I have no clue who Max Payne is, and not any interest to find out--not being a cop-show fan. Now a mouse pad is very utilitarian, but these days even the simplest of tools can come with personality. Since I use this computer way more than anyone else, it would be nice to have a mouse pad with something that better suits my tastes. Max could move over and make room for Jane Austen or flowers, or even a squid! My birthday is coming up. Hint. Hint. Max and the Wild Thing must go.