It is hard to finish an essay. It's hard to start an essay, for that matter. I find it overwhelming to fathom that there are infinite possibilities of what I could conceivably say, and I mean that in the exaggerated sense rather than as a comment on the recursive properties of syntax. But, yes, finishing essays is hard, too. That's when it is time to own up to the fact that you (OK, I) really don't understand what the previous material imparted by keyboard-tapping was all about. At the time, it just seemed like keyboard-tapping.
I wonder if there are people who can read typing, just like some people can read lips. There could be whole units of spy agencies dedicated to figuring out what enemy typers are up to--all they would have to do would be to listen for the characteristic click noises that particular letters or words make.
Speaking of typing, I can type pretty quickly. I am a regular Mavis Beacon. Okay, seriously, Broderbund Software! What kind of name is Mavis Beacon? Do you think I should give that name to my firstborn? Of course you don't. It sounds ridiculous.
On that note, if your name is Mavis Beacon, I sincerely apologize.
No comments:
Post a Comment