I love to blather. It’s a pre-requisite for blogging. It’s as if the entrance exam consists of one question: are you a motor-mouth?
The correct answer is, Yes, I am.
However, there is one constant gripe in my blogging lifestyle: I hate typing.
No, I’m not a slow typist. I was given a Commodore 64 at four years old. I code. I write essays. I write shitty poetry. Or, as V would put it,
If ever I stoop
To writing bad poetry
Please blow my brains out
That’s a bit removed from texting. But, imagine if you were dead tired at 3 AM and struggling to type this same drivel. You might come out with something more like,
If I have to spell out
Anthropomorphic
One more time
Please blow my nuts off
I’d rather be typing along and have it suggest the rest of the word so I don’t have to type it myself, misspell it three time, check the dictionary, copy and paste it in.
Where have I seen that before? Oh, I don’t know.
