An Open Letter to My Dysfunctional Mouse
Dear Scroll Wheel:
I love you dearly. You make scrolling even more fun than it already was back in the days of Pg Up and Pg Dn. So why, why, why do you occasionally spaz out and start scrolling with mind-blitzing speed in what I fear is verging on two dimensions? More importantly, why do you manage to do this in RoughDraft, in such a way that you do not merely make the text whiz back and forth, but also somehow select "Zoom %" and cause the text to make like time-lapsed video of the world's most elastic balloon? I'm trying to sketch out some character vignettes to get a better handle on their personalities, and at this rate, Twitchy Gun Freak is never going to have something to wear to the ball an exciting series of misadventures with the local Mafia equivalent.
No love,
Me
P.S. Tell my right ring-finger to stop being randomly tingly. It gives me carpal-tunnel worries.
P.P.S. And get in the kitchen and make me a sandwich. I'm cold and hungry.
P.P.P.S. Never mind. I found a leftover microwaveable meal and a single serving of hot cocoa powder.
P.P.P.P.S. Let us never have that meal again.
I love you dearly. You make scrolling even more fun than it already was back in the days of Pg Up and Pg Dn. So why, why, why do you occasionally spaz out and start scrolling with mind-blitzing speed in what I fear is verging on two dimensions? More importantly, why do you manage to do this in RoughDraft, in such a way that you do not merely make the text whiz back and forth, but also somehow select "Zoom %" and cause the text to make like time-lapsed video of the world's most elastic balloon? I'm trying to sketch out some character vignettes to get a better handle on their personalities, and at this rate, Twitchy Gun Freak is never going to have something to wear to the ball an exciting series of misadventures with the local Mafia equivalent.
No love,
Me
P.S. Tell my right ring-finger to stop being randomly tingly. It gives me carpal-tunnel worries.
P.P.S. And get in the kitchen and make me a sandwich. I'm cold and hungry.
P.P.P.S. Never mind. I found a leftover microwaveable meal and a single serving of hot cocoa powder.
P.P.P.P.S. Let us never have that meal again.