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Idiot Savant, emphasis on Idiot [Mar. 21st, 2008|10:43 am]
I admit it. I am prideful of my big brain. I have one of those IQ numbers that's way over there on the far right of the bell curve. The fewer than 1% of the population kind of score.

And of course, I'll happily put the gray matter to work and tell you all about how the tests are biased and not necessarily a good reflection of ANYTHING. And having shared a hotel for a week with a MENSA convention, I have a lot of choice things to say about how a high IQ qualifies you for NOTHING except maybe a greater likelihood that you will have impaired social skills. (Oh, that convention will provide me with a whole 'nother post, now that I've recalled it!)

But still. Figuring things out, applying knowlege/skills learned in one area to another unrelated area, comprehension, mastering concepts...it's often easier for me than for other people.

Sometimes I am blown away by the utter depth of my stupidity. The Mariana Trench has NOTHING on me. Nothing. I'm not talking about a boneheaded mistake -- after all, your big brain can be THAT much more effective at really screwing something up than a simpler mind, right?

Okay, so how long have I been working at this desk, at this computer, with this mouse? Since, what, November? And all this time, I've got a mouse that's got the two buttons, separated by the little wheel in the middle.

Today, for the first time, I actually thought "gee, I wonder if that little wheel has a function, other than separating the two buttons?"

Which right there, is so gomerlike stupid that I'm embarrassed to admit it. CLEARLY it has a function, you gormless twit.

What does it do? I fiddle around with it and nothing's really happening on my screen. (I know, I have to pick a webpage that doesn't scroll) Huh, maybe it's just like a worry stone -- something to fondle, rest your finger on.

And off I go, plunging back into the fray of foam cups and compostable deli trays. But I can't let it go. I actually consider "who amongst my more technologically apt friends will be able to answer this question and not make fun of me for asking it?" But finally decide on the dork's refuge of Google. Where I find a page that explains the common uses of the mouse buttons. And of course, because THIS page extends below the screen, now something actually happens when I play with that little button.

There is not enough DUH in the world to cover me.

So, next time you feel stupid...remember who put the "idiot" in idiot-savant.

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[User Picture]From: pyllgrum
2008-03-21 03:36 pm (UTC)
Not knowing about the wheely thing on the mouse merely betrays long exposure to antiquated computer equipment.

Looking for a Google answer adds means you have figured out what the FECK the internet is good for, which is getting someone else to do and report your personal research for you.

But the act of posing the correct question of Google, in using the right vernacular to get a successful answer, makes you a predator on the Inter-Tubes, and someone who should not be allowed to socialize with pubescent boys.
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[User Picture]From: terribleturnip
2008-03-21 05:25 pm (UTC)
The last time I bought a new computer, the guy asked me how old the old computer was. I said "oh, I dunno, eight, ten years old".

You could have heard a chip drop.
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[User Picture]From: lowlandscot
2008-03-21 03:52 pm (UTC)
When something like this happens, you should blame the designer of the equipment, because they are supposed to make the thing not only ergonomically benign but flawlessly intuitive. Touching it should be sufficient to exchange all information on its proper use with your forebrain. Like having a USB port on the side of your head, except not so cosmetically alarming.

A MENSA convention?!? A whole bunch of them in one place attempting to order drinks and have face to face conversations? Pantaloons of the gods, the mind boggles.
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[User Picture]From: chellebelle74
2008-03-21 04:11 pm (UTC)
My older brother is a member of MENSA. And I love my brother, I really really do, but I have to agree that you are totally spot on about the social skills issue.
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[User Picture]From: regineaubergine
2008-03-21 10:59 pm (UTC)
"maybe it's just like a worry stone -- something to fondle, rest your finger on"

This is your mouse's "love button". I mean look at that mouse with the two sides and that little fondle button in the middle. What does that look like!?
I'm just sayin'.

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