So the exact details of an MPG are the cackle and tittering sounds associated, plus the facial expression including a not too, but not completely un-, demoniacal grin, that occurs when something happens that quite possibly won't, shouldn't or couldn't but does. This also includes those things that will most probably happen but have a quite high probability of not happening and that probability is swayed by the good fortune we engender in the process of getting to the precipice of the MPG.
Perspective is obtained, in this instance, of the discussion when I, this morning, put a newish battery into the pen part of my USB drawing tablet and having it work when Ubuntu fired up... therefore an MPG ensued because after yesterday having my scanner not work with Ubuntu, and requiring some downloading of drivers and configuration into Ubuntu i'm not yet bothered to try and attempt, my tablet does!
Therefore I am able to work in the Linux equivalent of Photoshop, Gimp, without the encumbrance of using a mouse and the sheer accepted comfort of using a pencil like device... drawing... to do this latest piece of work in that enjoyable pastime of colouring in. This time for my brother and his new business.
The thing with an MPG, and notice how I'm always using the an now, is that it is usually followed by work. The MPG is the smirk of cleverness that proceeds an amount of luck to get to a point whereby the hypothesis is somewhat proven but it's now time to actually prove it by doing the nitty gritty work.
You notice that the picture is upside down? Indeed it is... oh well, I'm a lazyish Mad professor who often gets tripped up by details such as this. So maybe not a mad professor after all but merely a Mad Master... or even a Mad Bachelor, to use high school, as in highest school, parlance or nomenclature... but it doesn't ring true does it?
Yet again this diatribe proves that life is best when made up as we go along and pray then to the Prophet Tom Robbins of "Even Cowgirls get the Blues" fame!
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