The secret of how to be miserable is to constantly expect things are going to happen the way that they are "supposed" to happen.
You can have faith, which carries the understanding that you may be disappointed. Then there's being a willfully-blind idiot, which virtually guarantees it.
Tim Holloway wrote:Pretends to be English so that Pointy-Haired Bosses can think they understand the code.
The secret of how to be miserable is to constantly expect things are going to happen the way that they are "supposed" to happen.
You can have faith, which carries the understanding that you may be disappointed. Then there's being a willfully-blind idiot, which virtually guarantees it.
Regards Pete
I remember them well. But surely a remote terminal would have cost well under $35,000.Tim Holloway wrote:I don't think $35,000 would get much of a computer back then. . . You may have simply had a remote terminal. Those were popular back then. . . .
Campbell Ritchie wrote:
I remember them well. But surely a remote terminal would have cost well under $35,000.Tim Holloway wrote:I don't think $35,000 would get much of a computer back then. . . You may have simply had a remote terminal. Those were popular back then. . . .
The secret of how to be miserable is to constantly expect things are going to happen the way that they are "supposed" to happen.
You can have faith, which carries the understanding that you may be disappointed. Then there's being a willfully-blind idiot, which virtually guarantees it.
Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!Tim Holloway wrote:. . . wasn't priced based on the cost of its components or labour, but on whatever [XXX] could gouge you for. . . .
I remember some of them, too.The CRT terminal system units were practically brain-dead. . . .
In those days, you could have bought a small‑to‑medium street round here for that.. . . back when a 5 MEGAbyte disk storage . . . would cost about the same as a small-to-medium house. . . .
“But you're out of your mind,” they said with a shrug.
“The customer's happy; what's one little bug?”
But he was determined. The others went home.
He spread out the program, deserted, alone.
The cleaning men came. The whole room was cluttered
With memory-dumps, punch cards. “I'm close,” he muttered.
The mumbling got louder, simple deduction,
“I've got it, it's right, just change one instruction.”
It still wasn't perfect, as year followed year,
And strangers would comment, “Is that guy still here?”
He died at the console, of hunger and thirst.
Next day he was buried, face down, nine-edge first.
And the last bug in sight, an ant passing by,
Saluted his tombstone, and whispered, “Nice try.”
Taken from GNU humor - credited to Lou Ellen Davis.
Regards Pete
The secret of how to be miserable is to constantly expect things are going to happen the way that they are "supposed" to happen.
You can have faith, which carries the understanding that you may be disappointed. Then there's being a willfully-blind idiot, which virtually guarantees it.
kevin Abel wrote:in 1979
At that time I had no business on this planet.
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