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Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

But I did not eat the deputy...

One of the features of Adobe Acrobat Professional which I like, is that you can run OCR recognition on a page of text, copy it into a Word document, and save hours of work in terms of formatting discovery requests for the paralegals to answer. I did a whale of a lot of that when I was up at the front desk. Now, I do my own, because it is generally faster to do so than to call or email opposing counsel and ask them to email me the discovery in Word format.

This is what the source text said yesterday: You are a resident...

This is what the OCR recognition turned it into: You aTe a resident... [complete with random capitalization at no extra charge]

One brief moment of angst when I was settling down after Knit Night. I noticed a small hole on the face of my phone, which I didn’t remember having seen before. I thought I’d maybe shanked it with a knitting needle [remember when I shanked my leg?], but the picture on the website shows a dimple in the shadow on that part of the phone, so I guess it’s supposed to be there. (Good thing I can laugh at myself; I have so many opportunities!)



Love that song. Is it OK to want to beat someone over the head with it?

2 comments:

Bonnie said...

I'm really impressed that you used "shanked" in a sentence.

Jenni said...

Next we will try "shiv"