Anonymice – The Daily WTF

Three blind anonymice are unbothered by the gathering dark as we approach the
winter solstice. Those of you fortunate enough to be approaching
the summer solstice are no doubt gloating. Feel free, we don’t
begrudge it. You’ll get yours soon enough. Here we have some suggestions
from a motley crew of three or four or maybe more or fewer.

Mouse Number One
is suffering an identity crisis, whimpering
“I don’t really know who I am anymore and I
really hoped to have this information after modifying my profile.”

Mouse Number Twö
müses
„While Amazon is trying to upsell me their service, I am
wondering how their localization infrastructure must be implemented to
enable errors like \”.“

Mouse Number N
is almost ready to square off with some
back office programmer.
“A very secure PIN on an obligatory wooden table.”

Mouse Number 502

has gone bad.
“This could be a gateway to something better. I think I’ll apply.”

Finally, an anon from some summer morn sent us this
some time ago and it confused me so much I sat on it. I’ve never
figured out what he was on about, so maybe you can explain it to me.
Perhaps his snarky comment will be clueful?
“When you don’t know how to screenshot, print it out and scan it back in,” he said.