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Clippy Returns - Kill It With Fire!
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Oh, Clippy was super fun during my senior year of college, when I wrote many papers on Othello, gender theory, and Hogarth.

No sarcasm. I would honestly sit there and click "animate" to watch Clippy do backflips while I thought.
This was well before I had GR to suck my time, you know.
This was well before I had GR to suck my time, you know.

You too? One of our cats was just called Fat Cat. My sister had one called Meow Meow. We are a creative bunch.

Ha! Our fish is named Swimmy! And our hamster is Hamsty.

I had to resist the strong urge to call Madeline Orange Cat.

This was well before I had GR to suck my time, you know."
Exactly! He would do a backflip or tap on your screen or something utterly ridiculous like faxing something. It was so weird! I found all sorts of ways to procrastinate in college and Clippy (and the dog and the cat and the Einstein, but never that hippy-assed Mother Earth) helped.
I like that other TCers are as awesome at naming animals as my family is. For the record, my immediate family always did a pretty good job. My grandpa and uncle are horrible... for a while, there was a dog named Black Pup.

My cats had names but I didn't use them. I just called them both Kitty. All of my friends' dogs I call Puppy, even if they're 16 years old and terminally ill.

Loved to watch Clippy do his animations.
I loathed Clippy with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. I never had a kitty assistant. There's a puppy somewhere in my software, I think, still, when you do a hard drive search. Or maybe it's gone now. I don't use the search function much anymore because they changed it and I can't figure it out.

And what was worse was when it automatically "corrected" my grammar/spelling. It was almost always wrong. At least on my Mac, I could turn Spell Check off. Not so with MS Word. I don't know if they ever fixed that.

And my last two cats, both black cats, were named Spooky (because he spooked easily), and Eddy, in honor of all the eerie Eddies of the world. And most especially Edward Gorey. :)

For some reason we started calling her Snowplow.
Now it's just Plow. It seems to fit her.

When I was a kid, I brought home a cat and named him TeeJay. Shortly after he joined the family, I adopted a stray and he was named Spareribs, or Spribs for short. My sister acquired a cat named Sirloiness. My dad started calling TeeJay T-Bone. Poor kitties, all saddled with meat names.
Son of a bitch.
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