I did not own a computer until much later in my life but I remember in school we had ! Apple II+ and a bunch of Commodore 64's. We learned how to do some pretty simple functions in Basic language, high tec stuff making your name flash on the screen
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I did not own a computer until much later in my life but I remember in school we had ! Apple II+ and a bunch of Commodore 64's. We learned how to do some pretty simple functions in Basic language, high tec stuff making your name flash on the screen
My father "borrowed" an 8088 IBM from work and we were thrilled with the fabulous 256K of memory and the blazing fast speed of the chip at 4.77 mHz!
HRH's phone today has more power than that. I don't miss DOS or it's forerunner CP/M, which were both about as unfriendly to the user as it's possible to get. In a perverse way i miss those old machines until they developed a fault and then you needed a degree in engineering to try to fix them.
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HRH's phone today has more power than that. I don't miss DOS or it's forerunner CP/M, which were both about as unfriendly to the user as it's possible to get. In a perverse way i miss those old machines until they developed a fault and then you needed a degree in engineering to try to fix them.
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Nope, I do NOT still have it lol. But it flew nice and straight when I got rid of it...
I remember thinking that "Windows" was for wimps. Things sure have changed since the days of DOS.
Nope, I do NOT still have it lol. But it flew nice and straight when I got rid of it...
hahahahahahahahahahahaha
I learned a very valuable lesson from that machine - always back up your data! I had finished typing a 10 000 word dissertation when the power died. I had to stay up for a further 20 hours redoing it, in order to meet the deadline.
It also taught me a lot about my dreadful ability to manage my time unless i am really under pressure!
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It also taught me a lot about my dreadful ability to manage my time unless i am really under pressure!
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I remember when important decisions were made by going..eeny,meenie,miney,mo!
I also remember ice cube trays with levers on them and the worst thing you could catch from members of the opposite sex was....COOTIES!
I also remember ice cube trays with levers on them and the worst thing you could catch from members of the opposite sex was....COOTIES!
Cooties...yes. The days of free love are longggggggggggggg gone.
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Ahhhh, yes.
"...simple English Texan..." As previously stated, no such thing.
My first computer was a Timex Sinclair 1000. It was quite the achievement back then when I got it to say Hello World on my TV. Ah the good old days
I remember when people wouldn't buy my mods and Gil would have to bump the thread to keep it alive Thanks Gil
I remember when people wouldn't buy my mods and Gil would have to bump the thread to keep it alive Thanks Gil
That's just downright ironic. Ha.
First 64 Bit gaming system. The controller was awful. They never were very successful and not a lot of people even know about them. I loved playing mine. I wish I knew what happened to it.
I remember sitting on my grandfathers lap in the early 50s while he watched the Montreal Canadians play hockey. He laughed a lot. It was a small b&w tv. That is one, if not the earliest memory that I have.
Reminds me of the same grandfather. He would give me a nickel if I could stack 25 of those wooden blocks up. The kind of blocks with the letters on them. He laughed a lot as I got higher and higher and the stack started swaying. Once in a while I got my nickel.
He also ate all his food with a knife.
He also ate all his food with a knife.
I remember watching wrestling with my grandmother in the 50's on our little round screen black and white. Pepper Gomez, Ray "the Blond Bomber" Stevens, and the ultimate villain Kinji Shibuya...
My grandmother was the picture postcard of the god-fearing, sweet, kindly grandma of that era.
Whenever any of the "good guys" started to recover from the villains' savaging and begin to pay them back, I would hear her whisper "Kill him... Kill him"
My grandmother was the picture postcard of the god-fearing, sweet, kindly grandma of that era.
Whenever any of the "good guys" started to recover from the villains' savaging and begin to pay them back, I would hear her whisper "Kill him... Kill him"
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