I have a little time between now and having to get into the shower in preparation for going to Paragon tonight, so I figured I would get some blogging done.

So, last night, in the wee hours of the morning, my backup mouse died. At first, I thought just the battery had died, but then I tried a bunch of different AA batteries in it and it was still deader than disco, so, RIP, mon petit souris.

No big deal. This is the modern era, so I just hopped onto Amazon.ca and ordered a new one. Nothing fancy, just your basic $10 three button USB CORDED mouse.

Because seriously. Fuck wireless mice. I was excited when I got my first one and the feeling of freedom was intoxicating, but that faded fast and then it was just a mouse that might die on me any second.

So to heck with that. Wires work. The only way I would buy a wireless mouse now is if it was USB chargeable. And if I am going to be plugging it in to charge it,. I might as well just leave it plugged in, and at that point I might as well have gotten a wired mouse.

So I ordered the mouse and I threw in an extra eight bucks to have it delivered today.That’s right, today.

Ain’t modern technology wonderful?

Amazon.ca promises that they will have the thing in my hot little hands by 9 pm tonight. Well, they have a little under 3.5 hours left.

I have my doubts. It wasn’t here by 5 pm and seriously, what are the odds that they are going to send someone after normal business hours to get it to me?

Well if I don’t get it on time, I want my eight bucks back. Especially if it turns out I won’t get it until Monday (grrrrr!!) because that’s when I would have got it by standard Amazon Prime shipping.

And at that point, I might as well have just gone to Best Buy and bought myself the mouse in person. The whole reason I bought it on Amazon.ca is that I wanted it ASAP without having to leave the apartment (agoraphobia!).

So if they give me some bullshit about not being able to get it to me till Monday. I feel perfectly comfortable in telling them to cancel the order entirely.

I will take the bus to Best Buy or whatever and buy the thing in person.

Or get Joe to give me a drive, if he’s willing.

Speaking of Joe, I just went on a tiny adventure with him. See, there WAS a slip from Purolator (those fuckers) on our mailbox when I checked at around 3 pm, and naturally I assumed that this was my package.

So I arranged with Joe for him to drive me way out to Jericho Road (no Joshuas or brass instruments allowed) which is way out in a neighborhood called Sea Island (wow, what a distinct name for an island!) and is the main current reason I hate Purolator.

I swear these places don’t even try to deliver packages any more. Why would they, when they can get their customers to come get it themselves? Being a delivery driver for them now consists solely of writing those little sticky slips and slapping them wherever it takes the least work.

Pretty soon, they will skip the delivery people entirely and just mail you the slip.

Luckily, Joe was already planning to pick up Julian at local nerd mecca Imperial Hobbies, and that is also in and/or on Sea Island, so it was not that big a deal for him to pick me up along the way and stop at Purolator.

Then why, you may ask, am I still sans souris? Because it turned out the package was for Joe, not me.

I had wondered why his name was on the slip and not mine, and had hoped that it was because of some kind of administrative screwup and not that it was actually FOR him.

Oh well. I had a nice little drive, chatted with Joe. and no harm was done. If I had stayed home, all I would have been done is rot my brain playing the one video game I can still play using MouseKeys anyway, so nothing of value was lost.

MouseKeys, as the name tells you, is a function of Windows 10 that lets you control the mouse pointer with the numerical keypad. It’s slow and clumsy and absolutely useless for playing any WASD style 3D first person game because those games use the mouse to control the camera and that would be extremely hard to do via the keybord in realtime like in the type of games I tend to like.

But whatever. It’s only video games. Via MouseKeys I can manage to do my blogging and anything else that just takes using a web browser, and that’s what is important.

A time with fewer video games in my life might do me some good, honestly. They are my main addiction. Food is way up there as well and it’s the obesity and its related effects that re going to kill me, but in terms of immediate effect on my daily life, it is the video games that are killing me.

They are, by far, my favorite crutch. And the thing about crutches is that they are absolutely indisposable when you are recovering from trauma and need them to help you get around.

But they become the problem when you keep using them as a way to avoid having to get better or deal with the trauma.

After all, why do any of the hard work and therapy it takes when you still have the critches? Crutches are fine. Crutches are a perfectly good option. Crutches are part of a crutch-based lifestyle and you are an offensive bigot if you so much as suggest that maybe I should use my crutches less or do some physical therapy.

I’m not broken, I’m just different, you fascist!

That got weird fast. But in a good way.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.