CM hacked

[Dannyalcatraz]

No biggie- I was just wondering if I missed one!

 

[Scarbonac]

Given we're talking Diaglo, We are talking stone, for certain.

We all know that the only workable material was fresh droppings, worked into slabs and incised with runes & sigils via tools made of old fish-bones, Australopithecus afarensis teeth and velociraptor claws; then, dried in the sun (with care to keep the ravening dung-beetles from ruining Shaky-Spear's "Romie-Ugh and Julie-Hurr") to preserve them for later generations to burn when they ran out of wood...

An entire literary tradition, gone in a puff of smoke due to the scarcity of fuel during the last Ice Age...

 

[PowerWordDumb]

"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.

Spoony?!?

 

[Morrus]

We're back, by the way.

 

[PowerWordDumb]

We're back, by the way.

Phew. Some things are hard to hold in.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Saw that, now I have to figure out what my password was.

 

[Dannyalcatraz]

Saw that, now I have to figure out what my password was.

Is it "password"? "Friend", perhaps? Or "Joshua"!

 

[darjr]

or 'mellon'?

 

[Scott DeWar]

It was Joshua . . . . .but now my computer wants to play THERMAL NUCLEAR WAR for some reason . . . .

 

[fanboy2000]

But even without that, I'm sure there are old-fashioned low-tech ways to steal those cars, if you're an experienced pro.

Well, there's towing.

Yes, mom DID drop me off at school from the back of a dinosaur...

Yabba, dabba, do!