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Thursday, 4 October 2018

Where's the damn cursor?

I must recount a funny episode from the other day. I'm telling it purely out of amusement, as I don't think this woman has a prejudiced bone in her body.

She's showing me a web application, so we're sitting down in front of a computer. I'm driving. This screen comes up, she's obviously familiar with it, and says, "just press OK". Or cancel, or something.

I can see the button, but the trouble is, my eyes don't see the mouse cursor too quickly, so I have to waggle it about a bit and catch the movement. So it takes a few seconds before I'm able to do as she says. And she points to the button on the screen, as though it's that I can't see. It's easier on a PC that I can customise - on my laptop I have all the regular cursors, but large size and lime-green for added contrast.

Not really amusing, I suppose, but it is funny to observe the assumptions that people make.

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