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vollmusIt's very disconcerting to come back to my iMac after spending so many months away. My fingers keep hitting the wrong keys, my eyes don't understand the curved screen, and my hand can't control the mouse as well as my fingertip could command the touchpad. My back and legs seem to be the only parts of my body not protesting the change. My back is finally upright, leaning against soft, cool leather with support precisely placed for boring businessmen, and my legs are rejoicing the return of the much more natural bent position in place of the odd mess beneath the blanket with the laptop leaned against the side with the spine in an awkward twist of a line.
I will get used to it, I suppose, like I got used to it in the first place, and the other computers I've gotten used to in my short yet full history of using wonderful, glorious technology, but it will take awhile. It will take awhile to get used to sitting in the corner again, rather than dead center, facing the world head on, brandishing an old yet still stylish Pismo with a smile or a scowl.
Goodbye, my dear friend. It was lovely while your hinges lasted.
I will get used to it, I suppose, like I got used to it in the first place, and the other computers I've gotten used to in my short yet full history of using wonderful, glorious technology, but it will take awhile. It will take awhile to get used to sitting in the corner again, rather than dead center, facing the world head on, brandishing an old yet still stylish Pismo with a smile or a scowl.
Goodbye, my dear friend. It was lovely while your hinges lasted.
