Actions Speak Louder than Words... Are Electronics Really Improving? Just My Personal Experiences...

Dell Desktop 2005TheT (I am trying to type 4 lines below and twice it came here!

--maybe too fast for today's computer?
(here is where I've been trying to type to show that this phrase was jumped and should have following 70 wpm...)

I was reasonably happy with my desktop that I'd had for 7

Only problem was that it was slow, but still had the full powerthat I had come to expect from a desktop. I have been typing all of my professional life and moved from typewriters through mainframe use and on into personal computers--that makes my experience over 40 years! I type an average of 70 wpm ((this word, years) was the one that moved up aThere s the first line--I tried to place this right after years on the previous line and twice it jumped here, plus once into the middle of word through on the previous line!

There is no way to know where your word goes, so the typist has to stop and searched...Note that the There of this sentence was thrown into the 3rd line from bottom of previous paragraph...

I bought the laptop for reading rather than for
using it as a computer; i.e., I did not plan on handling email, letters,
and financial matters on my desktop. I was able to take
PDF books and have no problem reading them on the
laptop while sitting, having a cup of tea...LOL
Note that I am using the routine format of
my blog to allow you to see the strange happenings
that I must deal with, as I have converted to later models!
~~~

Please be aware that I'm now typing on a Toshiba laptop...I had earlier tried an Acer desk top that is what they call it... I returned it almost immediately since it had less power than the laptop and also did the same strange things...

What do I mean by strange things? Well,
take a look at the top of this page...
My original typing placed the picture
on the left...I left it like it was
"created" by the computer to
show what happenat least fix it to get it back
fact I just had
the picture disappear and had to s. In
See the errors in this? The machine
made the jumps...I did NOT!
~~~

I just previewed this...as I am typing the acer pic is on the left and the laptop on the right. When I had the full power of the Dell desktop, albeit 7 years old--by the way, the reason I know I had it for 7 years is because Windows sent me a computer message and told me they weren't supporting their product anymore...I have had excellent help with Blogger so I know that it is the change in the computers which has caused my inability to format as in the past...What you'll see if what the computer has done to change my layout.

Also during typing this last paragraph, some picture appear from the bottom of the screen. The movement toward being smaller in size has resulted in what you might call "clicks" of multiple keys...that is, you don't know that something has been touched because you've been typing with no errors, or correcting errors you see on the screen...but have no idea how these appearance occur.

English: A woman typing on a laptop Français : Une femme travaillant sur un ordinateur (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
This is NOT where I dragged the picture to...

One thing I've noticed is that the mouse and the typing do not synchronize as on the earlier computers--I was previously a manger of information systems and had a network of personal computers. This type of thing never happened with the earlier desktops. Now, you may be typing and need to made some adjustment. FIRST, you have to click to find where your cursor is and then move it back to where you wanted to use it, for example to backspace...

And right now I am returning to start over, the computer closed down itself to update...no longer are messages sent ahead to let you decide whether you want to start!

It has been said that the mouse is on the way out...but will touch screens be any better? I don't know...but I do have the experience of touch on my Kindle... which is another review...

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