Take the slooooow train: I leave the house at 5:30 this morning and catch the train in Akko. It is a bit late pulling into the Akko station, and eventually we find ourselves sitting on the tracks in the middle of nowhere. “We appologize for the delay,” says the voice on the PA system. After sitting in Atlit for half an hour and then Binyamina for another half hour, we slowly get underway, with much confusion about the stops. “This is now an express train to Tel Aviv,” says the conductor. Seconds later, the automatic message comes on and announces a stop that we have already passed. The train turns into a ma’asef—the slowest of the milk runs, stopping at every station along the way. I call one of my Tel Aviv students so that they know what is going on, but at 8:45 a different student calls to find out where I am. I explain about the problems on the train and ask, “Didn’t Liz tell you guys?” Turns out that Liz decided to have a nice little shluff without passing on my message to the rest of the students. She wakes up during the call and I hear giggling in the background. So much for communication, technical or otherwise!
The only saving grace on this loooonggg trip (three hours instead of the usual 90 minutes) is some exceptionally luscious eye candy sitting across from me. Where is the justice in men having eyelashes like that?
I couldn’t have said it better myself: My students are introduced to the joys of online Help authoring today. RoboHelp becomes cranky on one PC, causing a student to exclaim, “I can’t get it up!” OK, call me warped, but I do a spit-take and almost choke on my coffee. And I’m not alone. One brave student valiently tries to explain why this is not the way you want to refer to problematic applications, but he becomes embarrassed. Is this what they mean by software?
Why you need a young Japanese dude to design your website: Godzilla hates cats.