Maybe.

Or this.

Oh here, y'all are making me feel bad...

it's distinct sounds she is learning to make with her mouth so she can sound like a walking video game.

I'm sure it has something to do with sound files, that's her bag, baby. [/austin]

And / or I once had a job where I had to input data from paper forms into the computer into some sort of data base. Kind of like stuffing envelopes, as a matter of fact. (I miss my dad tonight, shitty envelopes and all)

So I think Clod has to process some sort of file in real time which would mean sound or video to me, (a single image you can see all at once) it could be words, but I don't think Clod would stoop to data entry, she's actually a nerdy brainiac trapped in the body of a nascent soccermom.

But I digress.

you say that like it's a bad thing. trust me, there are worse things to be stuck in than a soccermom.

er... nevermind.

Fuck 'em, they brought it on themselves, the busybodies. :thumb:

I apologize. I intended no distress, and I regret that I made you feel bad. I'm sorry.

:lol: I meant feel bad for you guys, not genuinely bad. It's like a puppy who can't figure out where the hidden toy is.

Maybe in another ten posts or so, someone will ask again if it's money... ;)

M&M's in the jar on your counter?

33,571 today. No progress.

No progress. Clodflobble is slacking off. Slacker!

Yeah, it just wasn't going to happen yesterday. I took Minifob to play at a friend's house, and then I spent naptime prepping dinner, and then I got on the cellar for awhile, and nothing ever gets done between 5:00 and 9:00 that's not directly kid-related, and then I had to go do a recording after the kids were asleep.

Excuses, excuses. But I got a little done this morning!

Pictures stored on various disks and harddrives that she has to sort through.

If it were various drives there would be some work involved in calculating the running total.

I think it's something that can be done at the rate of a few hundred an hour. Like shots of tequila.