Every time documentation of the second part of 'Duplo and the Third Dimension' is attempted, progress is scuppered. It is as if an anti-Duplo, anti-Nod God force is at work here. Earlier this year there was an altercation in the town library - I had reached the allocated free time limit on their internet computers, obliterating all my unsaved writings. It is particularly outrageous, as I had been using the computer for word processing, *not* internet access (which is evidently curated by the town library as a sort of tantalising peepshow). In these internet-obsessed times, it seems there do not exist public computer terminals for bog-standard word processing - so invaluable for gathering one's thoughts. (I do have an old computer for this purpose, but no electricity at present. Inverters feeding off vats of battery acid yielded inconsistent results.) Attention must be drawn to the principle of the matter - why is 'word processing' no longer appreciated as a distinct art? Disgracefully, society has not deemed it appropriate to furnish me with employment, so I must necessarily blag limited computer access or sod about with bits of dustbin-scavenged inks, papers, scissors and glue. The physical cut-and-paste method has its drawbacks: the results might easily be mistaken for the jottings of an indecisive maniac, when they are in fact refined strands of doodlecraft scholarship.
Whenever 'word processing' is mentioned to people, they often stare blankly. The concept is not fully understood in this day and age. If only the detritus of the 21st century could be cleansed from their minds, then 'word processing' would stand out as a glorious aid to humanity, and certainly not a thing to be taken for granted.
Sunday 30 December 2012
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