The joys of accidental mouse-clicks:
Sep. 21st, 2011 01:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
capri0mniI don't have a computer mouse. Instead, I've configured my Windows to use Mouse Keys -- which allows the keys of the number pad on the computer to move the cursor (On Windows: Press Cntrl+Shift+Num Lock together to toggle it on/off). I've stuck with this system for a while, now, because the advantages outweigh the disadvantages for me. And sometimes, even the disadvantages can be fun. To wit:
Sometimes, I accidentally hit click button instead of a movement button, so I open Web pages I never intended to.
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Last night, I accidentally clicked my "Mother Goose" tag, on this here journal, and opened some postings of favorite Nursery Rhymes that I'd completely forgot about. I'd originally posted them to cheer myself up. And finding them by surprise cheered me up again last night.
So now, I'm reposting some of them to offer cheer to all who may need it today:
(quote)
The Ghosts
Three little ghostessis
Sitting on postessis
Eating buttered toastessis,
Greasing the fistessis
Up to their wristessis.
Oh, what beastessis,
To make such feastessis!
(end quote)
(quote)
The Guinea-Pig
There was a little guinea-pig,
Who, being little, was not big.
He always ran upon his feet,
And never fasted when he eat.
When from a place he ran away
He never at that place did stay,
And while he ran, as I am told,
He ne'er stood still, for young or old.
He often squeaked, and sometimes vi'lent,
And when he squeaked, he ne'er was silent;
Though ne'er instructed by a cat,
He knew a mouse was not a rat.
One day, as I am certified,
He took a whim, and fairly died;
And as I'm told by men of sense,
He never has been living since.
(end quote)
Sometimes, I accidentally hit click button instead of a movement button, so I open Web pages I never intended to.
---
Last night, I accidentally clicked my "Mother Goose" tag, on this here journal, and opened some postings of favorite Nursery Rhymes that I'd completely forgot about. I'd originally posted them to cheer myself up. And finding them by surprise cheered me up again last night.
So now, I'm reposting some of them to offer cheer to all who may need it today:
(quote)
The Ghosts
Three little ghostessis
Sitting on postessis
Eating buttered toastessis,
Greasing the fistessis
Up to their wristessis.
Oh, what beastessis,
To make such feastessis!
(end quote)
(quote)
There was a little guinea-pig,
Who, being little, was not big.
He always ran upon his feet,
And never fasted when he eat.
When from a place he ran away
He never at that place did stay,
And while he ran, as I am told,
He ne'er stood still, for young or old.
He often squeaked, and sometimes vi'lent,
And when he squeaked, he ne'er was silent;
Though ne'er instructed by a cat,
He knew a mouse was not a rat.
One day, as I am certified,
He took a whim, and fairly died;
And as I'm told by men of sense,
He never has been living since.
(end quote)
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Date: 2011-09-22 02:55 am (UTC)I'm curious about your choice to use mouse keys — is it that it's always there?
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Date: 2011-09-22 03:10 am (UTC)1) the joystick control of my wheelchair is precisely in the place the mousepad should be, so where the mousepad ends up instead is off to the side, which, after long use throughout the day, builds up to tension and cramps in my neck and shoulder.
2) computer mice have a tendency to fall off my desk onto the floor, and are entirely the wrong shape for easy grabbing with those reacher-grabber thingies. And when I try to maneuver to pick them up, I'd often end up running over them. And for some strange reason, they're not designed to withstand getting run over by a power wheelchair.
So -- even though they're relatively cheap to replace, I got tired of having to.
I love/d that second rhyme, btw, because it's largely a satire on the "Expert" culture: "Although not instructed by a cat/He knew a mouse was not a rat." etc.