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Mags Inspects the Monitor and the Cat Presides
Mags runs an official inspection on a 27-inch ASUS TUF Gaming monitor, and a sleeping cat decides when it can start.
Told by Wendell Pike
4 min read · October 30, 2026
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A Confession at the Mailboxes
To the one at the far end of my route,
On Monday, at the community mailboxes, Mags Delacroix-Burke admitted to me that she has been proofreading the lane's memos on a screen the size of a paperback, squinting at them with her whole face. She pushed her glasses up into her hair as she said it, like a woman surrendering a weapon. I said nothing. Saying nothing is most of the job.
Then I handed her a box, long and flat and packed with foam, addressed to the HOA. It held the ASUS TUF Gaming monitor, 27 inches across, and it did not rattle. In my experience that means the contents are being careful.
She signed for it and announced an inspection. Mags does not simply install things. She inspects them, and then they are installed.
The Gavel Nobody May Touch
Inspection Form 14-B was drawn up by evening: eleven criteria, a column for remarks, and two witnesses in the community room. Big Lou Okonkwo brought a tray of something under foil. Tamsin Oyelaran brought a coil of cable ties and the expression of a surgeon who has been asked to look at a splinter.
The Cat-Owners' Caucus, whose members hold that sharing a home with a cat is the highest form of human existence, requires every official inspection to be opened by a gavel no human may touch, so the lane waited eleven minutes while the Admiral, in his ceremonial sash, declined to move.
Mags stood with her hand an inch from the gavel the whole time, vibrating slightly. At the twelfth minute a hind foot tapped it, once, without ceremony. Mags declared the inspection open and thanked the chair. The Admiral did not wake, which the Caucus holds is the proper way to preside.
Mags asked whether the bylaws smeared, and they did not.
Tamsin Reads the Box
Tamsin lifted the monitor out. It weighs 4.6 kg, so Mags took the other end and they carried it to the table like a small, serious stretcher.
The box held a DisplayPort cable, a power adapter, a power cord and an L-shaped screwdriver. Nobody had to borrow a tool, which on Maple Lane is a milestone. Gus will hear of it eventually and say he could have built the screwdriver. Tamsin routed the cable behind the stand in one clean line. She judges people by this sort of thing, and the monitor passed.
She also pointed out the mounting holes on the back, spaced 100 x 100, in case the HOA ever wants an arm instead of the stand. Mags wrote arm? in the remarks column and underlined it twice, as though the monitor had been caught hiding one.
Then the memo came up at 2560 x 1440, and Mags leaned in and read a footnote aloud. She said Section 9(c) had a comma in it, in the voice of someone meeting an old friend at an airport.
Red, Fast, and Seen From the Side
Lou held up a photo of his truck's menu board. The panel is a Fast IPS with a 130% sRGB color gamut, and the tomatoes on the board looked like tomatoes that had made peace with themselves. Lou studied them in silence for some time. For him that is a rave.
Tamsin scrolled the memo as fast as her hand would go. The screen refreshes 180 times a second with a response time of 1 millisecond, and it matches its pace to what the computer sends, which is how it avoids tearing. Mags asked whether the bylaws smeared, and they did not.
The whole committee then stood off to one side, at a steep angle, and the text held its color. The 178-degree viewing angle is the reason, and it means a room full of people can read one screen without fighting over the middle seat.
Mags regards ORACLE as a valued colleague and had left it running on a tablet by the table. ORACLE, speaking through the monitor's built-in speakers, announced with great serenity that it had relieved the lane's overcrowding of Tuesdays by relocating four of them to Belgium, and Lou said he would keep the one he had.
Minutes, Ports, and a Pair of Glasses
Before the vote Mags read the agenda aloud toward the porch at No. 2. Brenda, our domesticated bear, was entered in the minutes as attending by courtesy of the porch, vote withheld, on the grounds that a domesticated bear should not be asked to rule on a screen. Nobody went near the porch. That is the arrangement.
The vote passed three to nothing, with the Admiral abstaining in his sleep. Tamsin added one remark for the file. She had counted the ports on the monitor: two HDMI, one DisplayPort, and a single USB port. Anyone with a long list of things to plug in, she said, should count first and plan second.
Mags took that under advisement and filed it under Remarks. Then she went home and left her glasses folded on the table beside the ASUS.
She came back at dawn to fetch them. At the mailboxes she read me the title of Memo 301 from six feet away, without a squint, and asked me to leave that out of my letters. I am sorry. I could not.
Signed for, as always,
Wendell
In this episode
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Previously with Mags
- Gus and Doris feud over where his fence ends and her hedge begins until Mags prints both their photos borderless on one 13-inch sheet and the line turns out to be shared.
- With the projector dead before the Appreciation Dinner, the Menons' ASUS ROG Strix monitor carried Mags's slideshow while Tamsin distrusted the dining room lights.
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