Aesthetics of Design

The reason designers exist is to design things. If they don't do their job correctly, it is just as good as a normal person doing the designs. A person that designs doors to say "Push" is such an unskilled professional. Well thought out things do not need interpretation; they simply "look" right so that a person will automatically know what to do. The following story indicates such a bad design, and the consequences it may entail when wielded by a dim individual. It's a long and dull story though.

Today I encountered a terrible design for a staple gun. It is done bacwards, so that the hand trigger opens on the "head side" of the gun. Observe this stapler gun here. One automatically knows how to fire it and where the stapes will come out of. Hoho, not so the school one. Not only is it done backwards but it invites you into thinking that the stapes will come out of the butt. To ascertain this, I tried to push a staple out of the gun. Naturally with the strength of one arm without using weigth (I was doing this in midair) this proved impossible and, motivated by the desire to press the gun and disregarding the intentions behind this, I place my hand on what I thought was the butt and, using force in both directions, easily manage to fire a staple.

Lo and Behold, poor designs used by stupid people create dumb accidents and I feel a strange and dimly painful sensation in my palm, and at first I believe it to be the shockwave of the gun, so convinced was I by the design. I remove my hand, and suprised, there is a staple lodged neatly in my flesh. The result appears somewhat humorous, so I smile and laugh nervously at myself, and also at the crude design, and also at the fact that with a staple in my hand I look that much more like a piece of wood.

I am surprised that blood doesn't come flowing out, so I grab a bandage and some precise handling pincers?, and remove the staple, which turns out to be jagged and sharp, and twice as long as I had imagined. Blood comes flowing out, naturally, and soaks the bandage before I have even finished applying it.

Then the instructor sees the stapler gun in its drawer and promplty removes it, noting that it is dangerous, and there's no telling what kind of retard would accientally staple themselves with it.