“Me fail English? That’s unpossible”-Ralph Wiggum
There is just something unnatural about calling the plural of mouse (the thing that moves your cursor around on the computer) mice. I always use the word mice when I’m referring to actual mice, those real live things that some people experiment on or make them find cheese in a maze or what Pinky and the Brain are.
One of my colleagues wanted a mouse with a scroll button and I told her that there were tons of “mouses” inside the storeroom. Of course, I was corrected and I was wrong but it felt so unnatural to call them mice. I wish they were called something else like I don’t know..ummmmm….can’t think of anything right now but you know what I mean. OY! One of my other colleagues actually Googled the word mouses and nothing came up. With him claiming Google’s all-knowledgeable power, I retorted with “Check Wikipedia!” It was not a good day today. *insert sad face here*
And this Ralph Wiggum moment was brought to you by my decreasing brain cells.
Filed under: Brain Scrapings
Since school started, I have been caught in a dichotomous relationship with the blog. On one side, I have a lot more to write about. My readings and the eternal wisdom that professors impart into my impressional mind are springwells of topics that needs to be either praised, berated, or better clarified.
On the other hand, I promised myself that I’ll be ahead of the pack this year. I have to do it at least once and prove to myself that I am not the eternal slacker that I’ve to accept. Oy!
Decisions, decisions….but then again I’m still writing this..so Scraping the Fringe: 1, School: 0…..
