Turns out, I can’t type

In the early days of the internet – errm, about 1999 – I bought my first domain. I’m not going to spell it out here because it’s long unused but I may snap it up again someday, but for the purposes of this story you should know it contained the word ‘type’.

I can type. No this isn’t dictated to a secretary. I can type pretty fast – 80+ WPM usually, faster if I get into it. Like many things you do on instinct it’s really more a question of ‘letting go’ to get to the faster speeds.

However, I’m self taught. When I started learning, I was on a typewriter. (Kids: a mechanical version of a Chromebook. Except all it could do was write words.) Typing on a typewriter is a distinctly different experience from a computer keyboard but it’s where I learned. I remember being pretty quick on it, but I was still a heads down, look at the keys guy.

I didn’t spend a lot of years (2? 3?) on a typewriter before I got my first computer with a real keyboard (no, the ZX Spectrum doesn’t count), which I actually used for writing (step aside, Amiga 500). As I typed my way through university and out the other side, my speed got a little faster.

My first job (as a journalist) inevitably involved a lot of typing so I got quicker, but even then – I’m pretty sure – I still typed looking at the keys most of the time. I was very much a two-finger typist.

Decades later I can type without looking at my hands (or even opening my eyes, apparently), but I am still mostly a two finger typist. Occasionally a third or forth will enter the equation, but while I know what the little nubs on the ‘F’ and ‘J’ keys (the ‘home’ keys) are for, I’ve never used them in anger.

So last weekend I tried it out. I found a free typing tutor site and started doing the exercises.

And boy, I cannot type using the traditional touch-typing method. No. It felt like trying to walk for the first time, or re-learning after some terrible injury. I’d tell my finger to poke ‘D’ and get ‘S’. I’d be sure I was about to type a ‘K’ and get ‘L’. It really felt like a fundamental part of me was broken.

The ghostly fingers at Ratatype.com. My nemesis.

It’s not, clearly, as I’m getting words out here, but I’m all the more acutely aware of when I mis-type (I just did, hitting 0 when I wanted the hyphen) now that a more refined method is potentially open to me.

Will I persist with the touch typing? I think I might. I’m not sure how many lessons and how much practice it might take to get to a point where the ol’ two-fingers get absorbed into a whole hand, but I think in the end, the effort might be worth it.

I can’t paint, but I try, and that’s the important part

Always wanted to paint stuff. I don’t mean like, walls or whatever, I figure I can do that if I ever need to do it. I’ve always wanted to paint geeky stuff, and so this year, I started to try and do it.

Why? No real reason. It followed a path though, which I can trace:

  • Getting into action figures in late 2017/early 2018
  • Checking out cool customized action figures
  • Watching videos about how to customize action figures and thinking “Hmmm”
  • “Hmmm” leading to haunting Target and buying random painting stuff, like these paint markers
  • Leading to much browsing on Amazon and buying stuff like Gundam markers
  • Buying cheap, mass-market toys like this Spider-Man (pictured) to practice on, as it were (he needs webs, and they’re easily added with a Gundam marker)
Spider-Man - Titan Hero series (pre-painting)
Spider-Man – Titan Hero series (pre-painting)
  • Buying cheap plastic soldiers like this set of ‘Merry Men’ so I can tell myself if I mess up, at least I didn’t spend a lot (per figure)
  • Buying random paints and brushes – including three different types of paints, because I thought ‘all acrylic paints are the same right’ (They’re not)
  • Gradually, slowly, painting stuff over months and months (feels like: only from September, really)
  • Starting to kitbash, I guess, 1/64 scale (Hot Wheels / Matchbox) cars into post-apocalypse junkers for games like Gaslands, even though I won’t likely play it

It makes sense to me. This is why I have a second table in my office covered in this stuff, with drilled holes in the plastic (over-enthusiastic attempt to deconstruct a car) and paint marks everywhere.

And, I suck at it. I do. Which actually, if I’m being honest, is good.

Why?

Because it teaches me (gradually, slowly, with great reluctance) that you can suck and still have fun and it doesn’t matter – because as long as you finish, you can then get better.

Guess what this relates to. Go on, guess.

Yeah, painting (badly) helps me realize that I can write (badly) and it’s still worthwhile as long as I finish.

In an eerie but not unexpected parallel, I haven’t really managed to finish painting a single miniature in 2018. So I’ve got two weeks to get that done.

Next time, pictures, I promise.