Thursday, 19 January 2012
Why I'm Done
He spent hours this afternoon with a Dell guy, doing mysterious stuff, got a promise for a follow-up call from the Dg and rang off. He then sat down to write himself a note about what had happened, and WHOA! the cursor kept going walkabout, and now he's in a rare snit.
Since I started writing this, the cursor has jumped 8 times, taking bits of text and depositing them in random locations, so that I have to find, erase and retype. But I feel justified, and that's almost as satisfying as having a non-rabid keyboard.
One of the things I had to do was change the number of times I said the cursor had jumped. I started with 4.
Even though I feel justified, it's too frustrating to try to blog, and Dave isn't here for me to chase with a slipper, so I'm done.