Did you know that if you really embarrass yourself by spelling something wrong in your blog title, you can go to the customize link (I hate american spelling!) and edit what you've done - so it more closely approximates and conforms to the rigid mores that control this corpus that is the English language. And I'm really not being verbose just so I get up to the 50 word count ... honest. And you can stick in pictures and other things as well - so if the text don't grab you, the cute kitties might, right?
I will admit I'm not entirely sure about this web 2.0 thing - but then again, I can remember Commodore 64 computers and screens that were black with bright green letters. And yes, I learnt to type on a typewriter - an Olivetti Lettera 32 - with a typeface that mostly resembled Courier - but only if you took the time to poke the little wire brush into all the keys and get all the fluff out on a regular basis.
And this was a portable typewriter! The super dooper computer of its day. Speed wasn't really the issue - the musculature of the human hand and capacity of the human brain not being particularly well designed as high speed processors. Storage? Ummmmm ... it did come in a handy case where you could keep a few sheets of black paper and the aforesaid mentioned wire brush tingy. Lightweight? Not really, on the global scale of things ... but there was a chance that you'd only break half the bones in your foot you dropped the thing on it. (want a comparison, try dropping an Imperial 66 (the 'desktop' model) on the floor ... and see if there is still a floor left)
So that puts this whole blog thing into perspective a bit doesn't it?
2 comments:
Thanks for the handy tips...look forward to hearing more.
I remember learning to type... with a bib (made with love by my mummy) covering the letters on the typewriter... and, in advanced classes, counting each individual damn letter & space in order to centre or justify lines of type. Oh, and learning when to use which saluation and farewell... how to twink... and those handy little breaks when you got to the end of the line and had to hit the return button - that was such a lovely noise. I have to go now - all nostalgic and weepy...
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