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Sunday, November 25, 2012

So, what's THIS button do?



in·tu·i·tive/inˈt(y)o͞oitiv/

Adjective:
  1. Using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive.
  2. (chiefly of computer software) Easy to use and understand.


It's been my observation that at about the time the first group of nerds got together and invented the computer (or whatever whiz-bang contraption preceded the first true computer) mankind began losing his sense of instinct.

Very little today is intuitive.  To turn off a computer you press "start".  Huh?  Why don't they just have a little button that says "off"?  Ever try to record a program on a DVD?  Unless you've received a Masters Degree in Engineering from MIT or Texas Tech in the last couple of years, or have a 6-year-old kid whose first toy was a laptop, fuggetaboutit!  It doesn't matter what the little buttons say, they usually don't do what you think they should!

Case in point:  Night-before-last the temperature in Dallas dipped to 31 degrees.  Before then we hadn't even turned on our heat, but we did that night just in case it got too cool inside overnight.  Sure enough, the next morning we decided to give the thermostat a nudge and warm our little apartment some.  As I was closer to the thermostat, K gave that chore to me.  BIG MISTAKE!



This is what our digital thermostat looks like.  

When we moved in we received a packet of instruction manuals for (almost) everything....oven, cooktop, microwave, etc....but not the  thermostat.

How hard can this be?  I don't need no stinkin' instructions.  I want to "SET" the temperature to let's say 68 degrees.  Press "SET", then up to "68", then "HOLD" (to hold that temperature when you're finished "setting" it).  Then "RUN" to start everything in motion.  Make sense?  It did to me at the time.

Au contraire.  The first thing I knew a blast furnace fired up and the read-out said, 75...no, 80...no, 81.  WTF?  OK, quick.  "UN-run", "UN-hold", "UN-set".  Something....anything....STOP!

K calmly walked over, said a few unkind words about my Neanderthal intellect, pressed a few buttons, and the world was right again.  (Keep in mind K is 20-years younger than me and definitely has that post-computer-age mind set, while I'm still thinking with a  "Grog-busting-rocks" kind of natural instinct.)

Is it just me?  Are there truly no Dodo birds besides me left in the 21st Century?  Hellooooo.....

S