My Lonely City

No, this is not about dog abuse in the Iditarod race – it’s about keyboards.

You know how each keyboard has its own sound? Like an accent. And that in some ways affects how you type. Oh, of course the shape and texture and size and whatnot does, too, how crisp the edges of the keys are, but the sound plays a big part. Well, my husband and I recently got new keyboards. The same model. They’re nice; kind of swishy-shaped, with a comfy thing on the front. (To anyone who worked on the Logitech Wave, I’m sorry to so abuse your marketing language.) But they sound mushy. Mush, mush, mush, mush. Like typing your way through a bog. And it’s affecting how I type; it’s much less .. emphatic. I’m not trying to ram the keys through the desk anymore; I’m just mushing along. I don’t think it’s affecting the speed; if anything, it’s faster, but … I’m still getting used to it. I feel like I’m not trying hard enough.

And then I got the mouse on steroids. Seriously. This is the mouse that takes the other mice’s lunch money and says rude things about their parentage.

Of course it’s made by Microsoft. It would have to be. Its slogan is – I’m serious – “The Most Comfortable Mouse from Microsoft.”

Pardon me while I laugh uproariously, and possibly hiccup.

And mush.