When my girlfriend stops by my studio, I thrill her with the words every woman wants to hear. “I’m not going to write to Eric Meyer again today. I’m going to solve this CSS problem on my own.”
She nods, peering over my shoulder at the site I’ve been working on. “I see you finally fixed that problem you were having with the site’s menu bar,” she says.
“Well, uh, actually I emailed Eric Meyer earlier today, and he hooked me up. But this new problem with these text rollovers? Gonna solve that baby on my own. No more Eric Meyer for this boy today.”
“Uh-huh,” she says. “So who are you writing to?”
I close the email message I was about to send to Eric Meyer.
“Just an old college buddy,” I say.
My name is Jeffrey, and I’m an Eric Meyer addict. ...