Eric Bergen

As important as a good set of work boots to a construction worker is the keyboard to the programmer. I see (and hear) about so many people that work 8 - 10 hour days pecking away on a keyboard that was designed for grandma to write an email on once a month. I did the same thing until about three years ago I started suffering from wrist pain part way through the day. I realized it was because I was tweaking my wrist to get to the control and escape keys. My keyboard was also off center with my monitor because of the num pad. After a few hours of searching I ran across the “Happy Hacking Keyboard”:

Happy Hacking

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One of my coworkers has been without a desktop at home for over a month because the motherboard died. The place she bought it from said they have to send it to ASUS to get a replacement or confirm that it’s broken. There is a $35 fee if it’s not broken. For $70 she could have had a new motherboard a month ago and been happy. She has been on the phone with various people for this month trying to get the problem resolved. To her it’s worth saving $35. Would you spend a month trying to get a “free” motherboard or would you spend $70 for a faster one right away? How much is your time worth?

I know this is a little late but it came up in a conversation today.

French as in ‘french fries’ has nothing to do with the culture or people. In cooking ‘to french’ is a verb meaning “to cut into thin strips”.

French:
1. To cut (green beans, for example) into thin strips before cooking.
2. To trim fat or bone from (a chop, for example).

To every small cafe that renamed ‘french fries’ to ‘freedom fries’ thinking the french actually care or you were going to cause world peace. Stop, please. You are embarrassing us.

Who vacuums at 10:00 at night? My oddball neighbors..

I wonder if they don’t know I can hear it…

A few months ago I lent my PlayStation to my neighbors. I haven’t seen a new game out for a while that I feel like playing so why not let them get some enjoyment out of it.

Normally they leave their shoes in the hallway when it’s raining. I have no problem with it. She came over tonight with my PlayStation and questioning if I knew what happened to their shoes. I suspect they think I stole their shoes in order to call attention to my PlayStation being borrowed for so long. Some people are strange…

I have a feeling that tomorrow they will wake up like kids on Christmas expecting their shoes to be returned.