What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.

Bluetooth mouse. Wireless technology at its best.

Call me spoiled…maybe it’s just an aversion to feeling tethered to something…anything. The cord attaching mouse to laptop annoys the beejeebies out of me. The track pad annoys me yet more. I turn to the wonders of wireless technology to relieve my irritation and purchase a wireless Bluetooth mouse. I got a PowerBook with all the works, including built-in Bluetooth – might as well utilize it somehow.



Maybe it’s because I purchased an ‘off-brand’ from Macally instead of a genuine Apple wonder. Maybe the electronic guts of the thing are picking up static from the user. Whatever the cause, me and this damn little technological wonder seem to be having some real issues with communication. For some reason, it is necessary to open the Bluetooth Setup Assistant and ‘set up’ this damn new device at every startup. I could manage pushing the little button on its underside to reopen the connection, but is it really necessary to go through the entire setup program and all 5 dialog boxes with the track pad EVERY time I return to the computer?!

If that were not annoying enough, once ‘reconnected,’ the fool thing weirds out periodically for no apparent reason. It will jump from my open program to the desktop – it will start highlighting text and not allow me to click …it just keeps selecting text, until I get in a few angry stop clicks on the track pad. Like so many other personalities in my household, the little silver bastard just plain IGNORES me and does what it jolly well pleases – for a moment – then it returns to the task at hand as if nothing had happened. I can intimidate and control 1,000 lb HORSES for God’s sake…why do I seem to have so much difficulty gaining the respect of such smaller forms of life as children and mice?!



BLARGH!!!!!!!!! I HAVE to use the damn thing. I already returned the first wireless mouse I ordered because it resembled in no way, shape or form what I’d expected. It was big enough for a moose’s hand, with a gawky, ordinary-mouse-sized ‘transmitter’ that hangs out the USB port on the end of yet ANOTHER cord (GOD I HATE cords!). Not exactly what I’d had in mind. If I sent this little bastard back as well, I’d have as much in return shipping costs as I have in one of the mice.



Ah well, she sighs in defeated disgust as the bastard just automatically bolded those 4 words and removed my asterisks…
It is sleek and silver and matches the PowerBook. The scroll wheel lights up an awesome eerie glowing blue when reconnecting. The LEAST they could have done was make that pretty blue glow a CONSTANT diversion instead of just a momentary one. What’s with these people that invent these things anyway…



And I’m so damn tired of that little Microsoft Office animated computer telling me my grammar is incorrect. Screw you Microsoft! This is the free land of gonzo journalism – there are no RULES here!



From spiritual considerations to a fool rant about mice and Microsoft, all within the same morning…am I whacked out or WHAT?!