Egads! 5 days behind, so I must write, write, write, spitting out the words like a stream from a hose, that would be pumping them out or spraying them out or shooting them out and I am seriously pissed off at this computer, there is a problem with the keyboard, or something, but about every 10th keystroke or so the cursor jumps to some other random point on the page (other indicating anywhere other than where it is actually supposed to be). Of course, a large part of the reason I am so far behind is because this was newspaper weekend, Watson’s World News doesn’t write itself, after all, and it is almost always a weekend consuming process that we don’t finish until late Monday night, and this weekend was no exception, with the goddamned motherfucking cursor making things difficult every step of the way.
I don’t understand computers, but I am convinced that the people who do understand computers deliberately make them difficult for everybody else, perhaps out of a desire for revenge, because growing up as a nerd can do that to you.
Just ask one of them a simple question some time, and brace yourself for the half-hour of technobabble which you will inevitably hear, and you’ll see what I mean. It seems to be a mutually exclusive thing – if you can fix computers, you lack the capacity to communicate with other human beings and vice versa.
I do not want a keyboard that is more sensitive, I want one where you actually have to deliberately hit a key for something to happen. If mistakes are made, I want them to be my own mistakes.
I have often said, and now I’m writing it down, that someone should commission some computer genius to build a computer which can be used by mentally disabled (i.e. retarded) people.
Then, put it on the market. That’s the machine I want to buy.