Mouse Trap

Something needs to change.

Either I need to learn to relax or find some sort of big-person chew toy to occupy my tense jaw as I get visibly irate more and more lately.

For example, a friend had been borrowing use of my Mac recently. He's a Mac user himself so he is well versed in the verbiage of the operating system. However, I also own the obfuscated brain-fart known as the "Mighty Mouse". This devise is admittedly a spiteful compromise between the one-button Apple dogma and the multi-button crowd.

He repeatedly called to action the various nonsense enacted by this mouse. Windows would scurry or fly away as he tried to click on them. Secret hidden gems of applications flew to the fore front when none were requested.

A failure of the product reflected poorly on me and my machine. It seemed somehow obtuse and inferior; creating haywire antics from an otherwise highly advance computer. It was HAL's toe-headed cousin drunkenly vomiting up utter chaos onto the desktop.

Personally, I like the mouse. Nevertheless, like a dead-squirrel toupee, it embarrasses me when we're together in public.

From now on, I'll just lug out the old standard USB mouse when anyone comes by to use my machine. Its' ugly, tangled cord in the throws of complete defiance of form, function, and the future itself.