When I hear a pensioner erase their browser’s entire address bar with a ringing barrage of never-ending backspaces, I cringe the way you might cringe at the sound of a small child screaming on a cramped airplane. While scratching on a blackboard. At 4am during a terrorist attack. While frothing at the mouth.
That’s what backspaces sound like. Short of learning to touch type, you need to master five keyboard cowboy skills to…(read more)