Sometimes you feel like a nut.
Sometimes you don’t.
I like Almond Joys. Not Mounds. In other words, I feel like a nut.
That’s due somewhat to my taste in candy bars but more importantly to my relationship with word processors and printers. Hence, the (very) broad-based candy reference.
Our first “word processor” was a manual typewriter (most likely an Underwood). It had no backspace and I failed typing class. As a result, there was always great angst, loud swearing and a considerable amount of wasted paper.
The next typewriter/word processor was electric (Corona, I think) but every time you hit the “x” it went on a rampage and wouldn’t stop until you pulled its plug. Angst. Swearing. Wasted paper.
Number three was an early, very, very early, word processor. A beta-product, if you will. It was an Exxon Qyx. Seriously! Anything but user friendly. More angst, swearing and wasted paper.
I never mastered the wretched, and ultimately ill-fated, Qyx and should have realized right then and there that the world was going to be clearly divided into two groups. The technologically with-its and the not-so-with-its.
Now of course, there’s no paper to waste in our so-called paperless society. But the level of angst and swearing have filled the gap so we’re right back where we started.
I still feel like a nut.