I’ve always been dyspraxic. My prep school classmates knew I was smart enough to be there but wondered if I could walk and chew gum at the same time. Predictably, age has withered and/or custom staled, and I find myself making more and more mistakes with the allegedly user-friendly MacVermin.
It’s an analog device trying to do a digital task. In many ways we live in a world of approximations, but there are some areas where it’s a matter of discrete digits, such as the Pythagorean number mysticism Dmitri Mendeleev called the Periodic Table of the Elements. A list of sites or Word files is similarly discrete, and I’d make fewer mistakes if the mouse clicked from one to the next.
This goes with the change from the computer screen as book page to the computer screen as constantly moving TV screen, but one cranky-old-man rant a day is probably enough.
ETA: Can’t resist one follow-up. It seems that the book-to-TV shift combined with dumb ideas like “only boys like to play games” and “games, being a boy thing, should be coded by boys” to chase women out.
Thanx to andrewducker