I object to my primary blogging tool — my laptop computer — turning into a useless object.
I hope you don’t object to my sharing a definition in a new way, by taking a screenshot on my phone:
Because I was aware of my useless laptop as an object yesterday, I took many photos of other objects. I thought the object of today’s post was going to be “Still Life” — allowing me to make this pun: “Even though my laptop is dead, there’s still life in me and in my blog.”
I hope you don’t object to my calling today’s post “Object” instead. Here were the objects of my attention yesterday:
Last night in a therapy group, nobody objected to exploring the topic “What I Say/What I Don’t Say.”
Here‘s “The Annoyed Objects” by DeStorm Power:
I look forward to the objects of your comments, below.
You are all now the object of my gratitude. (I assume you do not object to being that kind of object.)
I hope there’s still life in that laptop after some genius lays hands on it, Ann.
Some genius will be laying hands on that laptop tonight, Mark. I hope there’s still life, too.
I don’t object Harley
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Harley is the object of your affection!
I know you never object to a challenge and look forward to when the object you cast is the die and cross the Rubicon of taking your laptop to be repaired.
I look forward to that, Chris, and I always look forward to your comments.
May your useless object become useful again so you can get on with your subjects
I do not object to your subjective statements, Derrick.
I am catastrophizing a bit about those chairs on the deck. They look high. Can someone fall out of them right over the safety railing?
I am very sorry your laptop has become a useless object. That is a loss. Maybe a cat would like to lie on it?