After a slow day at lectures, I decide to retire to the computer room to waste a couple of hours. I contemplate writing a [guide][] entry on Tchaikovsky, but abort my efforts after not knowing how to start it. The cursor just flashes at me, seemingly saying “I’m not going to help you with this one.” If only after a few minutes of inactivity the computer could sense that you were having a mental block, and offer advice and suggestions. Like a little window popping up saying “How’s about you go and have a cup of coffee and I will write this for you?” That’s what I envisage when people talk about computers making your life easier.
Two blonde girls walk into the computer room. Two IDENTICAL blonde girls. Makes you wonder how two people can look so much like eachother. And it’s not even natural blonde (it is highlights), so you can’t even claim that they are identical twins. “Blondes by numbers”, I call them.
And still the cursor flashes. Go away, stupid cursor.
[guide]: http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/