The Dreaded Typo

I am a perpetrator of the misprint. Some mistake in printed matter resulting from mechanical failures "originating somewhere" ... such as my fat fingers. Alas, being a computer guy by trade and a programmer by salary the misfire of a finger does nothing except complicate my life.

At work I get to see the errors generated by typos. I shudder to think how many times a transposed couple of letters have made some compiler whine or some interpreter go 'crayzee' (sic).

Then there is this thing. Today I found not ONE but TWO typos in a piece I wrote on the fourth. Seems that eyes as well as fingers seem to fail periodically. Given the nature of accuracy I'm just glad I don't write this to submit the visitor to a bunch of ads because then I'd really feel cheap and money grubbing given my inability to adequately spell check prior to posting ...

But the real tragedy is that I notice that both my eyesight and my fingers grow weaker over the years. I know I have cataracts and my prescription spectacles could use an update.

However, I am leaning towards trying to find a set of dime store reading glasses with frames that will fit on my enormous melon. This too has proven challenging given the many times I've stopped to look in the past year or so.

So whatever may be, I must deal with those things I cannot change ... or choose not too -- or "have to wait on" because I'm supposedly too young for cataract surgery. I suppose LASIK might be a good alternative to glasses anyway.

Suffice it to say were I a cyborg it would be time to upgrade.

Ta ta!