hey! how bout' that. got a droid with a docked keyboard. now maybe my fingers can do some of their thing. ya know? like littering letters on a blank page in an extemporaneous rage. or maybe leaving behind a smattering of vowels amidst consonants in a collection of long-winded streaming sentence shards broken with punctuation marks. yeah, that's me. wearing my verbosity in plain sight. my fingers and i are one big happy dyslexic family, where the jive hand does the talking and the eyes do the gleaning. of course, until the words are finally unscrambled, clipped and parsed by an unknown benefactor, i haven't but the vaguest of notions as to what i'll read. but that's all right. life is a cast heavy, prop plastered adlib. we have more than we need, and less than what we work with. which makes my fingers all the more elusive. they run on their own time table, where its always 'mach time' or 'mock time'. not that there's a diff. they're both the same. and i'm living 'em.
so.... the droid! a compromise in tolerance. i have a strong dislike for touch screens and touchpads. i'm antediluvian. a relic, fine with dropping graphite. but i'm not averse to stroking the keys. or, more accurately, hammering them. i am, however, loathe to a technique that is nothing more than touching this and that. for one thing, my thick, dainty fingers -- as i've mentioned elsewhere, years of trading with both a fat and thin finger have taken their toll -- are not well suited to micro-texting. i need something querty sized. i also don't work in abbreviations, and acronymic sentences are a turn-off to a guy practiced in crafting lines. BUT!!!
damn, there's always a butt. guess that's what comes with smoking the air. anyways, i got a droid with a defective screen. has a set of dead spots. an unintended feature, fwiw. not all of this make had the problem, but natch! mine does. but i don't care. i'm in the passengers seat, my fingers are driving the car, and i've got at least one eye open. time to look into my always unreliable blood crested, murky crystal ball. rarely works, but hey! hey! its always a treat when it accidently sees the future, and not just the past.
having scribbled all of that, think i'll thread on over to a couple charts.
see ya'!!!
