Selectra typewriters, my ugly 8th grade typing teacher and t'ings.
Remember about 9 years ago when Linksys seemed to be the worlds largest ISP? Those days are L-O-N-G gone as evidenced by the fact that not only does your auntie have a wireless network, she knows her WPA password.
I was reminiscing today about the good ol' days of Solaris. I remember when Adam ran some benchmarks comparing a newly acquired $90,000 Sun server and RedHat Linux running on a $4,500 Dell rack mount back in 2002. In almost every test our Linux server beat out Sun. I think we all dumped our Sun stock that week.
I realized a little while ago that the single most important class that I attended in high school was Typing. I had an ugly guy for my teacher who had fish-belly white skin, long fingernails and hands that felt like he'd been squeezing snails. His voice grated all of us and his nose whistled as he talked but I'll be damned if that wasn't the most important class that I attended. As a child of the 80's I didn't really have a computer presence in my school. My mom forced me into the class because she felt I'd need this in my future career. She was right. Of course she also forced me into Home Economics and a religious program so, you know, there were some monumental failures too. Anyway, it is odd for me to see some brilliant engineers and really decent system administrators using two fingers to type. My first job as a computer administrator (back in '95) was largely obtained by the fact that I could type a mediocre 55 words per minute. Nothing like Shawn who can type around 85 and Adam who is somewhere in the quadruple digits.
Few things suck worse than not having Roles and Responsibilities documented before a project takes a turn for the worse. If you don't have RACI clearly defined and a project goes South you will be running around so frantically that, to paraphrase Dennis Miller, you'll feel like "the only guy in the crack house with a lighter."
If you haven't read "In Fifty Years We'll All Be Chicks" by Adam Carolla then I don't want to sit next to you at a bar.
Always remember: "Spell check can't fix stupid".