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Going Mouseless

The mouse is becoming increasingly contemptuous of my commands and often remains nonchalant to clicks and motions. The cord now needs to be intricately meandered beneath the laptop before it can be satisfied with the grand scheme of things and goaded into service. One slight disruption of this careful arrangement and it's back to square one.

One of these days my mouse will be dead.

Guess I must start getting used to the touchpad, a device I've always found very cumbersome. Memorizing keyboard shortcuts is yet another challenge since the touchpad needs to work in tandem with it to make up for its shortcomings. My memory is so pathetic, the only ones I know are Ctrl-A, Ctrl-C, Ctrl-X and Ctrl-V.

Life is tough.

Comments

Anonymous said…
There is something called touch pad on ur Laptop
saurabh said…
Heading of this post reminds me of one scene from Friends (hi hi hi):
Gunther: (cleaning up the table) (to Robert) Hey buddy, this is a family place, put the mouse back in the house.
(Robert looks down and realises the problem.)
[Season3 Episode13]

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