The chap who wrote the title can obviously see better than I at the moment. I'm taking touch-typing to new lows—I'm calling it feel-typing, to tweak the standard hand-eye metaphor. I say that 'cause I can see only a white, rectangular blur in front of me, on which I can just make out that there are two thumbs and eight fingers. See. I 'misplaced' my only pair of glasses two days ago. New pair expected in 10 days to 2 weeks. Lucky me. Lucky you! All I have is a cheap pair of readers in the interim, which does nothing to correct for my astigmatism. As a result, after ten minutes at the 'Mac it feels like my head is gonna asplode.
My sincere apology. As if my presence here hasn't been too little for too long, I don't hold out much hope for anything seriously useful to the discipline [or my deceased, but ever-proud and watchful mother] until the aforementioned new spectacles are resting on my beak.
Perhaps this little animated vignette will better illustrate what I'm talkin' 'bout.
My sincere apology. As if my presence here hasn't been too little for too long, I don't hold out much hope for anything seriously useful to the discipline [or my deceased, but ever-proud and watchful mother] until the aforementioned new spectacles are resting on my beak.
Perhaps this little animated vignette will better illustrate what I'm talkin' 'bout.
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