wireless
So, here I am typing on the latest toy to hit the house: one of those cute little rf wireless keyboards that comes packaged with a 'gyromouse,' which is essentially the Theremin of mice (functionally, not mechanistically). You wave it in the air and it zooms around the screen as if it were sitting on my 'Lovely day for a Guinness' mousepad.
I expect these beasties to be really helpful for recording, in that I can now angrily stab at the keybard to stop, rewind, and redo that last damn take that sucked, without the added annoyance of having to cross the room. I'm not convinced that the keyboard is going to replace my wired keyboard for all things, as it's kind of a tiny little laptop-sized jobby, and even I seem to be able to type too fast for the receiver to get every letter in a paragraph. Still, I'm psyched. Might not wear out the carpet between where I stand to sing and the mixing station now!
Hell, according to the box the thing doesn't even need line of sight to work. Imagine it: I can randomly, blindly, mouse around my desktop from the next room! Wow! Take that, old world!
Ten minutes ago, I said to Marg:
"Hey, look! I'm surfing the internet from fifteen feet away from my computer! How stupid is that?" I had opened my browser with the gyromouse while standing near the door, and had managed to open up a bookmarked page, though I couldn't really read it at all.
"Pertty stupid," she agreed, and it was true. But still a loada fun.
I expect these beasties to be really helpful for recording, in that I can now angrily stab at the keybard to stop, rewind, and redo that last damn take that sucked, without the added annoyance of having to cross the room. I'm not convinced that the keyboard is going to replace my wired keyboard for all things, as it's kind of a tiny little laptop-sized jobby, and even I seem to be able to type too fast for the receiver to get every letter in a paragraph. Still, I'm psyched. Might not wear out the carpet between where I stand to sing and the mixing station now!
Hell, according to the box the thing doesn't even need line of sight to work. Imagine it: I can randomly, blindly, mouse around my desktop from the next room! Wow! Take that, old world!
Ten minutes ago, I said to Marg:
"Hey, look! I'm surfing the internet from fifteen feet away from my computer! How stupid is that?" I had opened my browser with the gyromouse while standing near the door, and had managed to open up a bookmarked page, though I couldn't really read it at all.
"Pertty stupid," she agreed, and it was true. But still a loada fun.
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