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Now, how does it go. Ah yes When I was a boy we had to crawl to school uphill bothways, in the snow without shoes (or feet), and lived in a cardboard box at the bottom of a frozen lake .... But - I never got to cut up wallpaper to make printer paper :-) Actually, now I think of it, back in them thar days with Creed 7b's I used to cut up newsprint endrolls. The Creed 7B's & 54s were 50 baud and used Baudot code (5 bits = 32 symbols max, no lower case, shift character to change between alphabet and other characters). Later came the finicky compact "high speed" model 75 good for 10cps! (with a favourable wind and downhill). It is unlikely that the younger owners of a modern 600dpi laser or 2400 dpi colour inkjet printer can every imagine the pride and satisfaction occasioned by actually getting your processor to talk to a "real" printer. They were obsolescent even then. My first processor was a National SC/MP. A rather nasty uP by today's standards but not as bad as the then also current Fairchild F8 - makes PIC architecture look good :-) {Original Message removed}

I usually try to stop threads like these by posting the lyrics and sample pointer for Frank Hayes's song "When I was a Boy": http://www.firebirdarts.com/audio/rwboy.ram 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. (when performed live, especially with multiple singers around, this is usually accompanied by ADDITIONAL patter, the likes of which has people rolling around on the floor. "You had DARKNESS?! All I had was this damned singularity and darkness hadn't been invented yet...") -- http://www.piclist.com hint: To leave the PICList spam_OUTpiclist-unsubscribe-requestTakeThisOuTmitvma.mit.edu