Thursday, February 02, 2006
I've never been a clean freak...
…but I just spent the last 5-10 minutes at work cleaning my keyboard. I think my computer gadget-peripheral dorkity can be analagous to people who upgrade their car, or their bbq or their sound system. I enjoy computer peripherals. I like different keyboards and mice. I keep seeing laser mice and tell myself -- I do NOT need that. But it looks so cool. Buying that would be equivalent to getting some PSU or heatsink in my computer tower that glows (along with a clear side panel to pimp out my rad interior). Well a mouse would be at performance modifying, but I love my Kensington (why is the cordless one so much less comfortable than the corded one?). But I'm just interested in peripherals. Cordless duos (kb and mouse) or even trios (w/camera), ergonomic, multimedia, scroll wheel (up/down/left/right), touch-sensitive buttons (mighty mouse), trackballs (thumb-ball and index finger-ball), weighted keyboards, weighted mice, adjust sensivitity on the fly, incredible dpi movement (laser is supposed to be scores better than optical).
I just made one of my coworkers feel old because my fast typing is a result of a new computer-aided generation. He related that his children (early grade school) are already learning how to type. I remember learning how to type while my AOL-days. Back when I'd go home, log on, check out EmuNews, check out the WWF boards/news (Lords of Pain baby), and chat. Then everyone got AIM -- Ailla and her friends, Loyola gang, even random people that I knew through people (some BMHS ppl and their friends). Chatting became the thing to do (as I'm sure it is still popular to those who prefer a computer over a sidekick), and my typing skill sprung from there. Add a Freshman year typing course, and here comes my consistently 60+ (even 70+) WPM.
I hope the generation gap doesn't hurt me when I get older. I guess it'll sneak up on me without me expecting. I do listen to Star 98.7, where they boast about how they play Sheryl Crow, Sarah McLaughlin, and U2.
I'm glad my ipod lasts 8 hours. Stays on almost completely during my work day. I think that'd be a good way to know when it's time to go home. My ipod is dead -- time to leave.
"Hey Brian can you stay a little longer to help out?"
"Sorry! (points to ipod) The tunes are gone, so am I. Later!"
Shades come down, the bass/guitar riff bumps, and the Accord with the giant dent speeds away. Vrrrrrrrroooooom
1. best of luck with the new job. i'm glad to hear that you're all grownz up and doing well.
2. related to #1, congrats with teh new wheels.
3. 3 posts in 3 days! this makes me happy.
