Big
Mac Is Watching Me
No,
I am not basking in the neon glow of McDonald's. I am having a silent
argument with my computer. At the beginning of each line, he (must
be masculine) insists on “capping” my first letter. I know,
I know, all you savvy techies have a ready solution. It will make
perfect sense to you, but I will attempt to pay attention while my
eyes“glaze over”..(as per my computist husband)
Perhaps
I could live with this one aggravating control issue, but how can one
justify Mac's insistence that I have mizspelled (sp ?) and arrogantly
suggest better options.? Well sometimes, I like to create words.
Hey, I'm silly that way. Call me an artiste if you will, but
stay out of my head and go bother a more compulsive soul. I am not
such a dinosaur that I long for the olden days of ubiquitous
Underwoods where each manuel erasure left an obvious hole.
Nostalgically speaking, there was a comfort in the click-clacking of
the keys; that is, until they ended up a jumbled stuck mess. And
where was that box of carbon paper when I was rushing a last minute
term paper ?
Simply,
I long for a sensible medium. Leave me to my Thesaurus and spell and
grammar check be damned ! ( Did I spell, “Thesaurus”right ?)
Big
Mac, are you listening ? Wake up ! I need you.
