I know, right?!
Or putting foil on your rabbit ears and adjusting them for a better picture.
I know, right?!
Or putting foil on your rabbit ears and adjusting them for a better picture.
It was quite a few years ago, when I first had to start explaining what a typewriter is. . . .
I tried saying, "You know, like Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell in The Front Page," but that didn’t work, either . . .
Before home computers and word processors were common, my mom (a fantastic typist, 100 words per minute on a manual typewriter) would type out dissertations to earn extra money. When she passed away, we were cleaning out her home and my nieces were fascinated by her old typewriter. They had no clue what it was.
It didn’t work because The Front Page is Adolphe Menjou, His Girl Friday is Cary Grant.
The quintessential movie for this thread is More Than a Secretary, where a typing teacher falls for a vegan health magazine editor and gets him…uh…in touch with his animal instincts. Steak is involved.
My father wrote 13 textbooks with two fingers, refused to learn to touch type. He was a psychologist.
Whoops!
So much for keto clarity, huh?
They are collectables now. Tom Hanks has a whole room full of typewriters.
I consider myself part of the cross over generation, I never owned a typewriter, but learned how to type on one in high school. But I have had many computers and other devices that demand fast typing skills.
I call my horse Mayo . . .
. . . sometimes Mayo neighs.
What? Is it pasture bedtime?
There’s an email going around offering processed pork, gelatin, and salt in a can. If you get this email, don’t open it . . .
. . . it’s spam.
My mom got me a Smith Corona electric trypewriter when I graduated high school and went to college. A great machine - I used the hell out of it for 2 decades. Many a night I stayed up until dawn, writing letters, stories and poetry. Computers meant it went into its case, where it’s been for 24 years. The genie doesn’t go back in the bottle, but I think of those days fondly.
My mom got me one of these babys in Highschool to write my reports on. The teeny screen let you see what you were writing before it printed out the line, and SPELLCHECK woot!!! saved my life. I remember typing away at my speedy 24 words a minute writing a report for chemistry all night long. I think I finished at 3 or 4 (nothing to me now, but at the time I commonly went to bed around 11 or 12, feeling it was shamefully late.) I got an A++! That certainly did not teach me a lesson. Or at least not the correct lesson.
She is getting over exposed. I do especially like the top pic
But it is better to keep seeing her everywhere, than the Kardashian Krew
Like the late Mr. Rogers and Steve Irwin, Marie Kondo is an international treasure.