Double-Click the Lab Rat

I have to remind myself upon occasion that being at the computer does not necessarily mean I’m also being effective. I’ve had this uncomfortable realization lately that after a certain amount of time that really, I’ve just become a lab rat, pressing a lever for my pellet. Entertain me. Click. Tell me something. Click. Do something interesting. Click. Has this got news? Click. Any useless information? Click. Have you at least got a joke? Click. (Repeat ad nauseum.)

It’s also a bit like weight lifting. Once you’ve burned out your muscles, (or ‘worked the muscle to failure,’ in gym-speak) you get no additional benefit from more repetitions. More reps will just put you in danger of injury. And at times, I’m at risk of Click-itis.

I don’t think it’s an accident that that clicky device is called a mouse.

I’m re-naming my mouse ‘lab rat’ just to remind myself I need to step away from the computer unless I know what I’m there to do.

And on that note, I think I’ve made my point, so it’s time to hit publish and clear out of here.


About Tentative Equinox North

Theatremaker, Homemaker, Thoughtmaker. Great hair, Probably looking forward to my next nap.
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1 Response to Double-Click the Lab Rat

  1. Paul says:

    I’ve named my mouse ‘Precious’.

    I’ve been calling him precious for five hundred years now.

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