There’s typing. And then there’s my typing.
Recently, I’ve had a random memory filter through to me about somebody typing away to the tune of the ‘Flight of the Bumblebee’ (they’re strange, the random thoughts that crop up occasionally, aren’t they?); so off I went to You Tube to see if anyone had uploaded a video of it. They had: it was Jerry Lewis, and he was typing merrily away to the tune.
Only he was typing without a typewriter.
Air typing, if you like.
I can’t be certain, but I bet that a couple of typos managed to get through onto that invisible page. I can just ‘tell’.
Unlike with MY typing.
Even though I use a computer these days, and not a typewriter, I can honestly say that more than a couple of typos get through within what I type.
The arrow on my backspace key is virtually worn off, and it is the shiniest key by far on the whole keyboard. Most people say their E key is the shiniest, but not in my case.
The top row of QWERTY keys are shinier than the others, it must be said, so I must spend more time using the top keys than the others, but the backspace and the delete key are the most shiny. In fact, tilting the keyboard reveals a slight groove in the backspace key. What does that indicate?
I used to blame my Inner Typist for every typo I came up with, but that isn’t fair. Fingers, my Inner Typist, is an excellent typerer, and I couldn’t type without him. I can’t actually say that I can type properly with him, thinking about it – but really it’s the keyboard’s fault.
I think I’m like a magpie, and drawn to shiny things.
Or sjuny thumhs as my keyboard would have me say it.
Sigh.
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