- In fact even Apple often employs delegate protocols to have a view controller communicate to its superior.
Struggling with the things I have to do right now. Perpetual stomach ache head ache from all the tension of trying to be this thing that I am not.
The thing that I am is me now but it's tensionless. I don't feel tensionless. Who is the me without this tension?
It's time. It's time to cut the cords and go and be but I don't know where to make the first cut, which cord is worth holding on to, or which one will make me fall. The converse being that not trimming means that cords are still breaking, just the ones that I don't see, that aren't of my own choosing.
It's ok, I don't need much to hold me up. My spirit animal is Magneto.
Types of Misspellings or A Typography of Mistakes
Word hash collision. Example: `hear` and `here`.
Letter transposition. Example: `deah` instaed of `head`.
Auto correction misunderstanding: Example: `denial` instead of `denies`.
Wrong word. Example: `sodomy` instead of `sisyphean`.
Typing error, brain misfire. Example: `kog` instead of `dog`. (k and d - same finger, wrong hand)
Typing error, key omitted. Example: `ths` instead of `this`.
Typing error, key mashing. Example: `thkis` instead of `this`.
Typing error, over eager finger. Example: `htis` instead of `this.
Typing error, over eager thumb. Example: `thi sdog` instead of `this dog`. (subclass of previous error type, but large enough to merit it's own category).
Actually just forgot how to spell the word. Example: `convenince` instead of `convienience`.
Any combination of the above.
I am a paranoid person in that as I walk down the subway platform and see people on their cellphones scribbling away, I get worried that they're working on their magnum opus. I'm not working on a magnum opus - is coverting oxygen into some sort of semi-poisonous gas not magnificent enough?
What is a magnum opus anyway? Maybe I'm dirty minded but when I hear magnum, I can't help but think of a bunch of condoms, dirty, on the floor beneath a sagging, happy dick. A magnum opus must be greater than a magnificent condom, well used.
Put another way, what I imagine everyone typing into their cell phones on the subway are doing is greater than the best safe sex ever had.
You can see why a girl might get a little paranoid about being left out.
Hi. I have too much stuff. This is a problem as my apartment is fairly small - 14,549 sq ft to be precise.
It started out rather empty, which I have decided is the root cause of this problem. An empty apartment starts empty but fills up fast.
Also worth examining is my faulty short term memory. My long term memory, which works fine,* remembers my apartment at near empty. The reality is that it has been, in the short term, filled with things that I ordered on the Internet but that have not yet arrived. They're in a state of transit and non-arrival. Non-existent, as far as I am presently concerned.
And so it filled up. I can't move without tripping over a chair or staring at some thing that I need to return, throw away, take to the trash, repair.
Maybe that's a bigger problem - there are too many chores not yet done. Papers waiting to be filed, broken pins that need fixing, magazines that need reading, postcards that need mailing, puppies that need loving.
Or maybe it's the new couch arrangement. Maybe it's the inability to buy big furniture so I end up with lots of scoats, furniture that clutters the floor.
I should get rid of some things. Go back to empty. Throw away the boa constrictors, recycle the shirts I don't wear, return the borrowed coats, eBay away my collection of vintage computers.
*as an aside, how would you know your long term memory isn't working?
i feel sick. actually sick. my throat has a bit of a hitch to it, my head hurts, i'm finding it hard to smile, exactly. my stomach hurt...