Luxury!

[violetsquirrel]

I am totally going to make an actual proper post about how my life has been lately (hint: eaten by uni) but until then, this is my contribution to the discussion on some of my flist about the good old days of computering. My parents were both computer programmers back in ye olden times, backing up onto little disk things that I don't even know the

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[dilettantka]

I died at This is an octal address of 1000.

WHAT

WHAT

THERE ARE OCTOPODS IN THE COMPUTER?

[sapphire_hime]

So, in the pilot episode of Life on Mars (the American remake, I think), the detective who's been flung back in time arrives at work, looks around, and then starts screaming "WHERE IS MY COMPUTER?!"

And the rest of the 1970s police force just look at him like he's totally out of his mind, or is completely self-entitled. This post reminded me of it.

[soulskorpion]

You have to turn on the hard disks yourself by reaching into their guts and pressing a button. That is so fucking hardcore.

[quisty8616]

OMG I learned the dance! I need to smooth it out still, but I totally got it!!! *Happy face so giant it hasn't been invented yet!!*