
This post was meant to be the first official post since my advancement into Level Two.
It was meant to be one of those upliftng, go grab ‘em moments that we come across every so often in our lives. Not exactly a life-changing moment, but a ‘yes, exactly!’ moment.
I’ve just been replying to comments in an attempt to catch up both on this blog and the manu hindreds that I follow.
It was during the commenting that I noticed what I was typing wasn’t exactly what I was typing. Alomst, but not quite.
And it was then that I realised what was happening. My pesky Fingers, that’s what!
Fingers, mu Inner Typist – Inner Gremlin more like when it comes to trying to get something typed up all professional like – appears to have taken contril once again.
In one comment, the word ‘clicked’ came out as ‘clikeked’… in another, ‘merge’ appeared as ‘merege’… and in a third, ‘message’ appeared as ‘massage’, but I realised that ‘massage’ was actually the word I had intended to use in the first place and had got it wrong. I corrected the glaringly errors before submitting them.
Obviously, it isn’t me what’s making these mystiques. It’s all darn to Fingers, and his inner bility to touch type without touching or typing.
I’ve mentioned before that he liked to go for the letter next to the one he intended yo use, so, as this sentence proves, to becomes yo.
It’s all well and goos having these Inner Beings, who can be quite useful at times, but when they get in the way, the job at hand becomes ever so harder. But still, the results can be quite funny (if not emabarrasing) if they aren’t spitted before publication.
So, instead of this post starting as I mean to go on, it is merely a continuation of where I left off. Pretty much how life works, come to think of it. There may be changes, but for them to be good we have to still work at them.
So, in moving forward, I shall be giving my Inner Typist some exercises over the next few weeks. There may be some random quites dotted about the place. As it’s Easter next week, think of them as Easter Effs… an added bonus to the madness that is already going on around here.
And Effs, by the way, wasn’t intentional, but I liked it.
Thank you if you’ve stayed this long. It’s over new.
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