I think Danny's joke went right over your head there.
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I think Danny's joke went right over your head there.
Or stone.
Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
We have to wait so long because they are still trying to chip off the settled dust. Harder then fringe amber!
I remember the TI-30 with the black plastic case. That was right before graduating high school.
Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Given we're talking Diaglo, We are talking stone, for certain.
Me? I'm a geezer of sorts. I can remember when we couldn't have thos big calculators in school because they all:
1) required a plug
2) required paper
3) were too noisy
Not to mention all they did was add, subtract, multiply & divide.
I remember the first LED calculators from TI...and the joy of discovering the importance of numbers like 7734, 58008 and so forth.
Yes, mom DID drop me off at school from the back of a dinosaur...
1) required a plug
2) required paper
3) were too noisy
Not to mention all they did was add, subtract, multiply & divide.
I remember the first LED calculators from TI...and the joy of discovering the importance of numbers like 7734, 58008 and so forth.
Yes, mom DID drop me off at school from the back of a dinosaur...
Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
710 77245, except the 4 was an h.
"When I Was a Boy"
Copyright © 1997 by Frank Hayes, Firebird Arts & Music (BMI)
Performed by Joe Bethancourt:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1fBd7UbQPA
Lyrics:
When I was a boy our Nintendo
Was carved from an old Apple tree
And we used garden hose to connect it
To our steam-powered color tv.
But it still beat that ancient Atari
'Cuz I almost went blind, don'tcha know,
Playing Breakout and Pong on a video game
Hooked up to the radio.
And we walked twenty miles to the schoolhouse
Barefoot, uphill both ways,
Through blizzards in summer and winter
Back in the good old days.
Back when Fortran was not even Three-tran
And the PC was only a toy
And we did our computing by gaslight
When I was a boy.
When I was a boy all our networks
Were for hauling in fish from the sea--
Our bawd rate was eight bits an hour (and she was worth it!),
And our IP address was just 3.
And you kids who complain that the World Wide Web
Is too slow oughtta cut out your bitchin',
'Cuz when I was a boy every packet
Was delivered by carrier pigeon
And we walked twenty miles to the schoolhouse
Barefoot, uphill both ways,
Through blizzards in summer and winter
Back in the good old days.
Back when Fortran was not even Two-tran
And the mainframe was only a toy
And we did our computing by torchlight
When I was a boy.
When I was a boy our IS shop
Built relational tables from wood,
And we wrappered our data in oilcloth
To preserve it the best that we could.
And we carried our bits in a bucket,
And our mainframe weighed 900 tons,
And we programmed in ones and in zeros
And sometimes we ran out of ones.
And we walked twenty miles to the schoolhouse
Barefoot, uphill both ways,
Through blizzards in summer and winter
Back in the good old days.
Back when Fortran was not even One-tran
And the abacus? Only a toy!
And we did our computing in primordial darkness
When I was a boy.
Copyright © 1997 by Frank Hayes, Firebird Arts & Music (BMI)
Performed by Joe Bethancourt:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1fBd7UbQPA
Lyrics:
When I was a boy our Nintendo
Was carved from an old Apple tree
And we used garden hose to connect it
To our steam-powered color tv.
But it still beat that ancient Atari
'Cuz I almost went blind, don'tcha know,
Playing Breakout and Pong on a video game
Hooked up to the radio.
And we walked twenty miles to the schoolhouse
Barefoot, uphill both ways,
Through blizzards in summer and winter
Back in the good old days.
Back when Fortran was not even Three-tran
And the PC was only a toy
And we did our computing by gaslight
When I was a boy.
When I was a boy all our networks
Were for hauling in fish from the sea--
Our bawd rate was eight bits an hour (and she was worth it!),
And our IP address was just 3.
And you kids who complain that the World Wide Web
Is too slow oughtta cut out your bitchin',
'Cuz when I was a boy every packet
Was delivered by carrier pigeon
And we walked twenty miles to the schoolhouse
Barefoot, uphill both ways,
Through blizzards in summer and winter
Back in the good old days.
Back when Fortran was not even Two-tran
And the mainframe was only a toy
And we did our computing by torchlight
When I was a boy.
When I was a boy our IS shop
Built relational tables from wood,
And we wrappered our data in oilcloth
To preserve it the best that we could.
And we carried our bits in a bucket,
And our mainframe weighed 900 tons,
And we programmed in ones and in zeros
And sometimes we ran out of ones.
And we walked twenty miles to the schoolhouse
Barefoot, uphill both ways,
Through blizzards in summer and winter
Back in the good old days.
Back when Fortran was not even One-tran
And the abacus? Only a toy!
And we did our computing in primordial darkness
When I was a boy.
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Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
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