Tonight I was asked to post on here for the first time. This is exciting for me, because I’ve never really posted on a blog before, but I have a feeling this blog thing could really take off, and I want to get in on it early.
The timing of this is unfortunate, however, because I spent much of my evening watching the State of the Union address. I could probably rant about this for hours, in person, but at the same time, I’m at an almost total loss for things to say. I will not explain the apparent contradiction.
So instead, here’s a list of things I miss about computers.
Turbo buttons. The first IBM compatible computer I ever owned — and here I of course mean, “was related to a person who owned” — had a turbo button. What’s great about this is that the button served not to speed the computer up, but to slow it down. That is to say, when the “turbo” was on, the processor ran at its intended speed. When the turbo was off, the computer was deliberately slowed down. This was intended to allow you to run software, including games, which needed to be run more slowly.
I have periodically explained this to people of a younger generation who play computer games. The looks I get are priceless.
Degauss buttons. CRT monitors, as a natural byproduct of proper functioning, build up gauss on the inside of the glass. I’m not totally clear on what gauss is, really, but I know it attracts dust and hair and can cause your skin to tingle if it gets too close. Anyway, CRT monitors frequently have a degauss button, which, when depressed, causes the screen to get very colorful, and any displayed images to be temporarily twisted and warped on the screen. This eliminates the gauss (think of it like a self-cleaning oven, which cleans itself with heat, but, you know, lots of it).
LCD, or flat panel, monitors claim not to build up gauss, and thus don’t need to be degaussed. This is a shame. I think my early involvement with computers was primarily to give me an excuse to sit in front of them for long periods of time and degauss it periodically without looking like a dork.
For the record, this did not work.
Floppy disks. I’m not talking about the big 5 1/4″ ones, but the little 3 1/2″ ones. I could care less about the big ones. They sucked. The little ones sucked too, but I liked them better. They didn’t really hold much of anything at all. They were pretty slow. They were generally unreliable, even though they put up a show with that little sliding metal cover. The cover sucked. More often than not I would discover that one of my disks didn’t work because the cover just slid out of the way like a geriatric guard dog and allowed some piece of detritus from the lower stratum of my bag to lodge itself inside the disk, and then promptly snapped back into place, giving no sign that the integrity of the disk had been violated.
Oh! And when you gave up on trying to recover your lost data you at least got to take the disk apart and play with it. Which, now that I think about it, sucked too. The promise of the sliding door turned out to be nothing but a weak spring and some easily bent metal junk, and the innards of the disk turned out to be nothing but a crappy circular piece of plastic with none of the mysterious magnetic properties you would expect. I always felt so excited and rebellious when I took disks apart, and I have no idea why. Sucked. I still miss ‘em, though.
I’m done.