My son-in-law was over at my house the other day and he’s always fascinated by the storage bin of old software that I have in the closet. Actually there are two of them but one has the old stuff. The real old stuff. Yanno? DOS 5.0 Operating Disks??? Yayayayayaya. Save the jokes.
My first computer that was brand new and shiny and bright and pristine and all that good crap was a Packard Bell 286 with a 40MB hard drive, 1MB of RAM, a 5.25″ floppy drive, a 3.5″ floppy drive, a Super VGA monitor and a mouse. A mouse was important because not every PC came with a mouse. And a Super VGA monitor???? Man, I was styling.
Anyway, there was this program that I kept seeing on Saturday morning Public TV when I watched “The Computer Chronicles“. They kept going over some software program called “Windows” and some geeky guy from Seattle was trying to separate my money from my wallet in order for me to install it.
We were doing a lot of software pirating back in the day … well, maybe “pirating” is a bit too strong. Maybe I should say we were testing driving software programs right and left and trying to learn as much as we could so we could show each other the newest hack that we learned. Of course we didn’t have that fancy on-line software registration like you have to do today. No, there was some card that you had to fill out and mail in so you could get the updates mailed to you. So given today’s attitude towards sharing, I would never EVER suggest that you do what we used to do back in the day. Nope. Not this kid.
So I obtained a copy of Windows 3.0 and installed it on my PC. Yeh, it looked spiffy and fancy with it’s color images and setting my desktop colors to Black Leather Jacket was pretty cool. Too bad I couldn’t do anything but Windows. Yeh. That Windows ate up all of my RAM and since RAM was like $50 per megabyte and I needed at least 2MB (which I didn’t have nor the $100 to buy the chips anyway), RAM expansion was not in the grand scheme of things.
But it did look cool on my monitor.
I really, really, really hate it when I start working on a project and the battery to my cordless drill dies. Hey, no problem right? Wrong! Lo and behold my spare battery doesn’t have much of a charge leaving me high and dry and at a dead stop because someone who shall remain nameless forgot to make sure the spare battery was in the charger and charging “BEFORE” he left for work in the morning. Ugh!
I can hear Pappy Davis in the back of my pointy lil’ head having a good laugh over this. I know doggone well he would have been asking “BEFORE”I started working on it if I had everything, if I had all the right tools, if I was sure I was all set to go “BEFORE” I started on it. Yeh. He’d be having a good laugh right about now at my expense and saying something to the effect of “Kid, I thought you said you were all squared away. Maybe you’re not so smart, huh?”
Yeh, truth hurts sometimes. So I’ll suck it up for the next hour and a half waiting for one of the batteries to get something of a charge so I can finish assembling one of the new raised garden beds tonight. Ugh! What was I thinking? Obviously not much.