So I was about to start this entry about the things we each think symbolize luxury, like a massage every week and clean sheets on the bed every day. These are a few examples I was going to expound upon as a lead up to the fact that I’m sitting in the living room “watching” TV and working on John’s new netbook to create this entry. It seems decadent.
Or rather it did before I started randomly hitting weird keys — probably dropping my thumbs onto the touch pad — that transformed this post into a saved draft complete with new window, and when I recovered it I was somehow typing in all italics. Then I jumped from typing at the end of the text to typing in the middle of my first paragraph, so I had to fix that.
I amend my title to tell you that this is not luxury so much as flirting with disaster because this post may just publish to the net at any ridiculous and entirely inconvenient moment. Perhaps if I could learn to control my wayward thumbs which drop onto the touch pad at the most inconvenient moments this wouldn’t be quite so disastrous, but I doubt that will happen. I’ve been down this small computer road before.
John and I also have this discussion on occasion: how handy is a small laptop? John loves them because he can type faster one-handed on the smaller ones which have small keyboards easily spanned with one hand. I have some trouble because I have to crank my hands in together so much to type. Not easy for someone with a broad ribcage, zero flexibility and hands with all the delicacy of a farm peasant built for hard labor.
This is not the entry I had envisioned, but it does have a nifty chaos tally: 1 jump to draft status, 1 random italics mode, 8 9 11 random cursor jumps, 1 3 random deletions of a block of text, 1 cramped neck, 2 deeper brow furrows from squinting at the screen and now add 1 random jump to another text box. (Additionally, for some reason I have a different font at the start of the article and then it switches back to the normal font. WTF?)
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February 21, 2010 at 9:12 am
BFF Mary
Is it possible that yet again we have the same issue? My laptop isn’t even a little one and I am constantly having to move the cursor back to where I started typing…. I seem to have a wondering left thumb that enjoys visiting the touch pad in the middle of 15 page wills that I type for my father, the attorney…. annoying, at best… one would think that with all this lovely technology that we could turn off the touch pad whilest typing and maybe for those who have really fancy laptops you can, however, I am not living in that lap…there is no turn-off for my touch pad so BFF Mary is really good friends with undo button, the delete key, the backspace key and cursing outloud in the law office on Tuesdays and Thursdays…
February 21, 2010 at 8:42 pm
Pam Burke
I was SO excited when I thought the touch pad on the netbook had a metal cover, then I discovered that it just had a metal surface. (How the metal surface reads the touch of a finger is some kind of mystical hoodoo, but it’s still not sensitive enough to read when I’m giving it the finger. Or maybe it just doesn’t care.)
February 22, 2010 at 12:18 am
BFF Mary
I haven’t tried giving it the finger yet….perhaps that’s a good idea…I’ll have to try it out and see how sensitive my touch pad is…
HA! HA HA!!!!!