I find is on my laptop with a trackpad and a USB mouse (since I use
both an external USB keyboard and USB mouse), the trackpad is more
reliable, as is the built-in laptop keyboard, since sometimes, as is
common with USB connections the mouse and/or kb, the mouse/kb will
hang for up to 30 seconds until it comes back.
Using USB, a mini-keyboard KM400 series, and mouse. Both Logitec,
both replaced older Logitec models, and both requiring their own
included USB transmitter dongle on XP/SP3.
Logitec has fallen in software, although for the money neither can be
presently beat for useable hardware in the mini-form. Especially the
mouse. It's indestructible from the standpoint of the older model,
having replaced the center mouse roller, (usually assignable to, say,
browser page-movement mechanism, or an audio apps' vol control), a
mechanical affair, with a touchpad strip performing that same
function.
Add to that the new rechargeable no-memory NICAD batteries, Tennergy
on par with Enelop, which never effectively are imposed on by the LED
unit run-on, running it out of power, and it'll run from just about
any surface, either from off my clear glass coffee or directly off the
shag carpet.
$20 for the keyboard and $10 for the mouse in US dollars. One of the
two keyboard's larger left shift sensor may be going out after near
two year's steady usage. The older mouse, however, a girlfriend was
freshly wearing it out on me, "rubbing it in," off into oblivion upon
the carpet. An amazing woman, actually, a professional dancer of some
remarkably singular beauties, whose capacity and love of music was
only to be equaled by her capacity for driving me stark-raving nuts.
I can proudly attest that I was than only slightly enthralled to
literally throw that mouse to her-- with little doubt left in her
grinning lasciviously at me from the carpet where she liked lying in
front of FooBar's audio interface;-- what sheer pleasure I cannot
veritably describe by measure to anyone here listening, to justify a
scale of satisfaction I derived in tossing that to her. It was as if,
suddenly to realized, I were proffering a rather large center hambone
to some vicarious, over-muscled pitbull, and it was slobbering and
entralled, all at once, all over me.
I had to kick her out of my house shortly after, I'm so sad but
undeniably better off to say, although in being in candid truth
positive she would never have "rubbed out" that particular mouse.