Mousey, Mousey, Here Mousey

I’ve succumbed to peer pressure. From a 6 year old.

We were shopping the other day when Phee ran up to me. “Dad, come quick. I have to show you something.” She had caught sight of an optical mouse that glowed red. She picked it up and turned it over, mesmerised. “This is cool Dad.”

I tried to tell her that a tablet would be cooler but she was having none of that and ran off to find her mum to drag her back for a look.

So yesterday, in a concession to my aching wrist, I lashed out and bought a brand new optical mouse – one that glows. This morning I drag her out bed and in to the office. “Look Phee, a cool mouse.”

She picks it, smiles, turns it over and then turns to Rae’s computer, the one she will be allowed to use once I get her games installed.

“No Phee, you’re not getting one.”

It seems a glow in the dark cool mouse is only cool if you get to have one. She turned away and headed straight back to bed.

Vanity, It’s My Favourite Sin

I’m sitting here watching my office mate peering at his computer screen through a magnifying glass in an attempt to read some small text on a graphic.

Whilst glasses would allow him to see it seems they would ruin his ‘image’. When your image is widely held to be a tragic, socially inept, desperate middle aged man you have to wonder why it’s worth maintaining.

And thanks to The Devil’s Advocate (imdb | buy at amazon | netflix) for the title to this entry.

Happiness

If happiness is a good sleep in, a full line of dry washing, an old PC formatted, reinstalled and updated for Rae’s studies, coffee out, a roast dinner, a good game of hockey, beer in the fridge, a visit from a friend, two content cats, fresh sheets, a good hockey team and two Law and Order episodes to come this evening then, I guess, I’m pretty happy.