Friday, December 09, 2005

Why I Love Macs, Reason #739
Posted by Sam at 12:53 AM | tags:

When the Up Arrow is depressed in a text box, the cursor moves to the foremost position in the text field. When the Down Arrow is depressed... yep, you guessed it: the cursor moves to the last position in the text field.

This is one of those undocumented, completely intuitive, moronically simple, yet timesaving doodads that the Mac OS has built in (nope, not available in Windows... in case you were wondering). This hooha alone is not worth much discussion, but couple that with the boatload of similarly uncomplicated usability enhancing thingys and, throughout the course of a day, the user can save a ton of time... time that can be spent blogging about all the time he's saving. Time well spent. Ummm... yeah.

As an afterthought, I'm really feelin' for those poor Up and Down arrows... They seem to be gettin' depressed a lot lately. Maybe it's time to start them off on the ol' Prozac. (Har dee har har)

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Puns! Yeah!!!!

Comment By TheDarkLordDerfla on December 09, 2005 10:28 AM

dood, that was pretty bad. mebbe you should go get your masters instead, eh?

Still, glad your mac makes ya happy. Or at least not sad. No sad mac face for you.

Comment By Blackwatch on December 09, 2005 3:22 PM

Sam. You need to get out. But then, you wouldn't amaze and amuse me with your napkin scribbles and mac-tastic blogging. So on second thought, stay in, drink lots of coffee, don't sleep... and blog (and pun) on!

hugs, western mass misses you etc.

~ katharine

Comment By kjwaggon on December 10, 2005 9:56 PM

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