January 5, 2007
I had an experience not too long ago. And since this experience, I’ve decided that it would be in my best interest to document this experience for future reference and/or entertainment. So here goes:
Not too long ago, my parents went to Europe. If you’re curious about their preparations for this trip to Europe, check out my blog entry labeled “I’m never going to Europe.” Anyhow, they’re both musicians so they pretty much spent the entire time visiting the final resting place of every dead musician they could find (they didn’t, however, make it to Mozart’s grave because as most of you know, he was buried as a pauper in a mass grave. If you need more info, check out the movie named after Wolfey’s middle name. I’m sure it’s accurate).
The parents then went to various dead musician gift shops to purchase for their loved ones a wild assortment of trinkets and chocolates with dead musicians on them. I happened to be the beneficiary of an ornate mouse pad that featured the face of Mozart and the not-so-complete score of Sinfonie in D (That would be Symphony in D, for those of you who don’t speak Austrian or German or whatever the hell it is.)
Okay, so I’m busy doing taxes in my basement (cause that’s what I do for play money. I cannot use “living” cause I’d hate to say that I do taxes for a living - people might think that I’m one of those drab, dry accountants!) Anyway, so I’m doing taxes in my basement, and I start to have trouble with my mouse. It’s important for me to note that the mouse is of the optical variety and has a wire. For no reason, when I’d go to click on something specific (like let’s enter a 1099-R whoopee!) the dang thing would jump up to the upper right hand corner or the lower left corner and I’d have to pick up the mouse and move it (you know how bad that sucks).
After a couple weeks of this, I decided that I’d had enough. I ran a virus scan, I checked for programs that were running that I didn’t on purpose install, I un-installed everything that I could see that wasn’t essential (and some that were essential), I used a different optical wired mouse from my other computer, I re-installed internet exploder, and I tried firefox. I tried everything short of throwing the danged mouse out my make-believe window. After a good couple of hours of bang-your-head troubleshooting, I googled “jumpy mouse.” (By the way, googled is now an official verb and my grammar checker hasn’t figured that out.) After another hour of reading jumpy mouse comments, someone mentioned (and I’m sure you know where this is going) that their mouse was too “busy” and to try a different mouse pad. Well you know what happened next. Black mouse pad – mouse doesn’t jump.