interesting. I actually went back and edited that post I guess while snookie was reading it, and now I see that my edit is now the one who is lost (well, maybe we will have to include me. I think with the sticky keyboard I have going on, I somehow didn't get "post reply" pressed correctly. That other post may be lurking around somewhere on site in draft-land, but I will try to recreate what it was that was really missing something in the communication process.
Here we go:
You have probably seen this guy, too, or one of his kind. You go online to play some slots or poker, or whatever, and you get greeted by this square box that is talking through you through text - hi, how can I help you today? There's usually a little picture of a person, and the person's name, so that you can become familiar with the personality. Usually you can ignore the 'man in the box' but sometimes, they follow you around and seem to want to continue a conversation that can sometimes feel a little strange.
I was at 7bit casino, just wanting to sign up and look around. I really didn't want to get tangled up with questions. But there I met Tom, who was going out of his way to be friendly. First of all, his box didn't stay in one place, so, wherever I went to try to get away from him, well, there he was right next to me, all up in my business. I did find I could use his help so I played along, and I try to humor things up so it was a little entertaining. Me talking about how old and stupid I was getting, and him with a picture that looked like one of a 16 yr. old boy. I had problems with converting the math - they use micro-bits mostly as a unit of currency, and I prefer a 1 to just be a 1. Of whatever it is. but these bets were like .009 and .9 and 1.50, and where I was playing forever on one designation, I'd go to another slot and all my money was gone in two spins.
Well, Tom and I got quite familiar, but the more I tried to escape and go play, the more he would add another word in, which made his box appear again beside me when I had just had relief of it being gone. I tried to explain to him that I was going to go so I could think (about whether to take a bonus or not), and I'd start trying to think about it and he would be there again. "no problem...let me know if you need help" or "okay". Anything to have the last word. I even tried to be a bit more blunt, and told him if he kept me in there in his box talking to him much longer I would have to ask him to help me locate a restroom. And when I was really truly out of patience, I told him I would be leaving the box and his company now, for real, and for him not to worry - I'd be sure it didn't hurt him one bit when I went out the door.
I had also posted about my touch pad, which has developed a bad habit of grabbing onto other things and moving them around while I try to type and edit my posts, etc. It's been really frustrating- the touch pad is worn down in the middle quite a bit, and when you touch it, the cursor seems like it is stuck to the page like a magnet on steel. In trying to place the cursor correctly to insert a letter, for example, it often won't actually stay and is stuck where it last was (two or three sentences back) and starts inserting there. I had been trying to tell my husband about this effect, and I know it had to have sounded pretty far-fetched, what with some man in a box following me around the casino and my fingers picking up text and flinging unsaved pages of posts around who knows where...sounds like I had lost my mind for good at last! But, the thing with the touch pad was happening to him as well today, and he finally realized I wasn't babbling, I was trying to describe something the best way I could.
So, I haven't given in to the dementia quite yet, though I do have a warped imagination and don't mind trying to communicate some strange things to people at times. (you guys wouldn't have noticed that, right?) lol... a lot of this got lost along with the page I was trying to create earlier in the day, or, yesterday. If you go to play at 7bit, drop in and say hello to Tom, if he is there.