Money - finished my christmas shopping in a 2 hour online shopping clickfest.
My phone - Several times lately although I have yet to break it.
The ball - I completely lost track of a task this week and had to confess that I screwed up. Luckily(?) the coughing and hacking I was doing during that conversation engendered sympathy. The irony is I screwed it up while completely healthy.
The Chicago Sun-Times just went to a pay program wherein, if you want more than twenty page views per month you have to pay.
Damn shame too, I like some of their columnists.
My BBerry Torch, right in the parking lot on the way into the office.
Tuesday I started to drop a box that weighed about a hundred pounds. I should have left it like that but not me. Stupid little me had try to catch it one handed – sort of. Which is why my left hand now looks like it belongs to Mickey Mouse.
My iPhone, onto a concrete driveway. Twice.
It seems to be unharmed, though. I need to stop putting it in the pockets of my new jacket. They’re shallow and every time I go to pull my keys out, everything else comes out too.
Half of a butter knife.
The other half stayed in my hand.
I was, in fact, trying to cut through butter, to put a section off a brick of butter into the butter dish for every day use (the brick remains in the fridge, but cold butter is hard to spread on toast!).
This is how I found out that my kitchen butter knives are made in two parts, held together by a rather small set screw…which sheared straight through.
As I realized what happened, I had the incredibly sit-com-like reaction to think “wow…you don’t see that everyday.”
If they are using the same software as the Montreal Gazette for this, where the page loads and then you get a popup/overlay asking you to pay once you hit 20 page views, you can get around it really easily.
Apparently you can use Safari (eta: pr Chrome) and the monthly counter doesn’t even work, so just keep reading.
Alternatively, once the article loads but before the popup does, just hit the escape key or the browser “stop” to stop loading the page. Because the counter triggers after the page loads, if it never gets there completely, it never activates.
The weird thing is that I learned these tricks on a blog owned and maintained by the Montreal Gazette. Either they don’t care, or they don’t read the comments in their own blog!
Some names into a conversation, but in my defense it was a sales meeting and I’m trying to pick up a contract.
Hardly anything. For the past few months, I’ve been on this weird roll where I’ll start to drop something or knock something over, then grab it out of the air before it falls, or reach out and stabilize it before it tips over, or whatever. Never experienced anything like it in all my life.
It’s been going on long enough that I’ve been waiting for a couple of months for things to go back to normal, but they don’t. Not that I’m complaining, but one’s late 50s are a strange time in life to suddenly acquire a previously unrealized level of dexterity.
A bowl of parrot kibble, after the dog poked me in the back of my thigh with her cold nose. At least she helped me clean it up.
Heh, that’s like a lizard dropping its tail. Did the blade of the knife escape while you were staring at the handle?
I swear the blade bounced off the butter, leaving a tiny dent in it, before flying up and over my shoulder to land about 5 feet away. Freaked the hell out of the cat, who was sitting on a kitchen chair, watching me and hoping for cheese! It took me a few seconds to figure out what happened, as I stared at the handle in my hand.
I’ve set it aside, so I can show my husband, because I don’t think he’ll believe me otherwise!
Dude, you’ve developed a superpower!
I discovered this when one of my knives became LOOSE. It would rattle if you shook it! Which reminds me, I was supposed to call or write to the company about that but I never did. I should put it on my to-do list.
For the thread: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever dropped? For me it was a full glass jar of molasses on a tile-and-grout floor. Took forever to clean up. Fortunately, it wasn’t expensive, just messy.
I have a glass skull that sits on my desk and is filled with the tacky stuff teachers use to hold up posters and random coins. I dropped the top of the skull yesterday onto the tile floor and now I have a fractured skull. When I have time, I’ll superglue it back together.
The worst thing I ever dropped was an 18 pack of raw eggs. They’re SO slimy, and they ooze away from you as you try to scoop them back up. Nasty stuff.
80 pounds, 20 more to go.
When my wife and I were dating I dropped something, I don’t remember what. I then let fly with a lot of angry utterances. She asked why I would get so angry over dropping something. I had to tell her: “You don’t understand. I drop things ALL the time. It gets old after a while.” Now she understands. I’m the guy who sets the cup down two inches to the right of where it’s supposed to go, or who clips the edge of the counter when setting something down (holding the item 1/4 inch too low), thereby knocking it out of my hand. I’m the guy who pulls the Chevy Chase move of knocking over a glass, and in trying to catch it, knock over the next one, and the next one.
On the other hand, I’m the guy who could be cutting something into pieces and if a piece flies off, I’ll snag it in mid air. Go Figure.
My brand-new glasses on an asphalt parking lot, after dark, in the rain.
Lenses are scratched, but luckily not too, too badly. <sigh>
My last testicle. Finally!
My dinner napkin. Four times tonight. In public, at a table with smartass friends who asked if I needed a bib instead.
OMG at work today [pharmacy tech] I dropped the majority of a box of Heparin syringes (100 or so?) and had to test every. single. one to make sure the tip wasn’t broken.
Wait, it gets better!
The next night, as I was getting ready to take a piss before going to bed, I spat into (well, toward, as you’ll see) the toilet bowl, then reached down to pull my PJ waistband down to pee - and in the process of doing so, (quite unintentionally) caught the glob of spit in mid-air before it got to the bowl.
Never done that before in my life.
My iPad, at work. I’d put it on top of some books and then tried to remove a book that was in the middle of the pile. Got the book but the iPad came crashing down and shattered the screen, bugger! It still works but looks a bit ugly.