Writing Desk
The keyboard I bought was a Nuphy Halo65, a retro-style mechanical keyboard with “Baby Racoon” switches, for those of you who care and who know anything about all this keyboard subculture stuff. I’m not too sure it matters much and getting something or anything delivered to the middle of nowhere Canada was tough enough, or at least tougher than it should have been for a piece of moderately eclectic computer hardware, so I was hardly in a position to be picky about the detailed specs for which model and which variation I was going to end up with. As it is, I’ve been typing on this thing for about an hour now, cranking out only about five or six hundred words thus far, and it seems like it is going to be just about what I was looking for. The keyboard itself is heavy—a lot heavier than even I could have imagined from the reviews. They just didn’t do it justice. It’s like a weight sitting on your desk, and it just—just—barely fits in my shoulder bag so I couldn’t have gone with a bigger size or anything. One of the shortcomings of so many reviews that I noticed was that most tech-boys were more enamoured with the sounds and the feels of this thing for—well, to be honest that was never clear. They never really said if they were gaming with it or writing school essays or emails to their moms or just soothing their asmr fetishes with typing sounds. I am going to write on this thing. I’m going to write like hell on this thing. This is my new keyboard for the long haul and by the end of the year I’m hoping to have cranked out a quarter million words on it. Does that sound like a lot? Yeah. I mean, I’m not really counting all that diligently, but that would be pretty average for me. So, ask me in six months how it holds up to serious writing and—I may actually have an answer.