Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Everything's a critic
It's a bad thing when even your keyboard begins to rebel against what you type on it.
I made this unfortunate discovery last night, when I happened to look down upon the aforementioned keyboard -- the one on the studio computer -- then noticed exactly what it thinks of me. Or of my blog posts, at least.
Just when you think you're on a bit of a roll . . . just when you think something you've written may, just may, have made a little sense, comes a rebuke from an inanimate object?
THE RIGHT shift key worn just so that "shift" is turned into crude and blunt commentary on he who shifts? Really?
What gives a cheap Dell keyboard the right?
LISTEN, YOU SON OF A BITCH! TELLING ME WHAT I DO IS S*** WAS MY OLD MAN'S JOB!
And he's dead.
No, that's mighty big talk for a half-worn, dirty keyboard. Mighty big talk.
Perhaps someone with more keyboard credibility than myself would like to inform Dell-boy that the Douglas County landfill is chockablock with his kind.