Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Touch Typing
I've always prided myself on my touch typing skillz.
Just thinking of how I can hit those keys without looking down makes my heart swell with pride.
It's also one of my favourite icebreakers at parties: 'Hey baby, do you know what these fingers can do? Yeah!'
whatever.
The last time I measured my typing speed (on one of those internet time wasters) I clocked up a respectable 57 words/minute (but with several corrections).
But now here's the ultimate typing challenge.
It turns out that STEWARDESSES, LOLLIPOP and MONOPOLY are particularly nasty words to touch type because they require that you only use one hand at a time (left for STEWARDESSES and right for the other two).
Classic examples of why QWERTY sucks.
I can type STEWARDESSES and LOLLIPOP without too much pain but on MONOPOLY I have the habit of pressing the Y with the index finger of my left hand and forcing it with my right causes me considerable mental anguish and a severe sense of imbalance.
So, if you reckon that you're a badass typist (wouldn't we all lurve to be), try on this mother of my own devising[1].
[1] I tried to embed a typing test from Calculator Cat but Blogger doesn't allow script tags.
Just thinking of how I can hit those keys without looking down makes my heart swell with pride.
It's also one of my favourite icebreakers at parties: 'Hey baby, do you know what these fingers can do? Yeah!'
whatever.
The last time I measured my typing speed (on one of those internet time wasters) I clocked up a respectable 57 words/minute (but with several corrections).
But now here's the ultimate typing challenge.
It turns out that STEWARDESSES, LOLLIPOP and MONOPOLY are particularly nasty words to touch type because they require that you only use one hand at a time (left for STEWARDESSES and right for the other two).
Classic examples of why QWERTY sucks.
I can type STEWARDESSES and LOLLIPOP without too much pain but on MONOPOLY I have the habit of pressing the Y with the index finger of my left hand and forcing it with my right causes me considerable mental anguish and a severe sense of imbalance.
So, if you reckon that you're a badass typist (wouldn't we all lurve to be), try on this mother of my own devising[1].
I insisted that the stewardesses address the torrid aftereffects of the swath of turbulence that we had just endured. This persistent request reverberated past business class all through the halls of power and out the doors to the parking lot where it lay scuffed and forgotten like so much dust.
[1] I tried to embed a typing test from Calculator Cat but Blogger doesn't allow script tags.