Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

[beans-on-toast]

And (no potentially virus-payload sort of animated .gif, sorry!) reminded of where in the Bible we are told of PMS: Mary rode Joseph's ass all the way to Bethlehem.

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Used to be a good hack was recognized as a good hack. Not really sure when good hacks became malicious hacks.
The Story of Mel

is an inspiring tale that I suspect shows up in some form on every platform that can be hacked, all things bass included.

Back doors into software makes me cringe when I think that it can be bypassed in a heartbeat. I use all sorts of encryption on my work computer.

Locks are the same. With basic skills and the right tools, any lock can be opened in seconds or minutes. Nothing is unpickable.

The Lockpickinglawyer, not much of a lock.

 

[shadowtippy]

And (no potentially virus-payload sort of animated .gif, sorry!) reminded of where in the Bible we are told of PMS: Mary rode Joseph's ass all the way to Bethlehem.

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Used to be a good hack was recognized as a good hack. Not really sure when good hacks became malicious hacks.
The Story of Mel

is an inspiring tale that I suspect shows up in some form on every platform that can be hacked, all things bass included.

Well, she was pregnant.

 

[GonePlaid]

As our California-based, bass playing friend always says (paraphrasing here), 'I thank you for your indulgence'.

It's interesting, I just have no idea WT7 is going on. My electrical knowledge goes: A)turn it on. If it doesn't come on, B) take to someone qualified to fix it.

 

[the harp unstrung]

My electrical knowledge goes: A)turn it on. If it doesn't come on, B) take to someone qualified to fix it.

We could form a club, or a posse!
You can be the benevolent poet/ warrior!

 

[beans-on-toast]

It's interesting, I just have no idea WT7 is going on. My electrical knowledge goes: A)turn it on. If it doesn't come on, B) take to someone qualified to fix it.

Companies don’t want you fixing your own products. Often product manuals start off with a long list of commandments, thou shall not....

I don’t know if this will help with life in general. Fix solutions are no longer supported. A sign of the times.

https://support.microsoft.com/en-us/help/2970908/how-to-use-microsoft-easy-fix-solutions

 

[bholder]

My Unisys pension fund is a treasure

I first learned to code on an old Univac back in the dark ages.

 

[Haroldo]

I first learned to code on an old Univac back in the dark ages.

Punch cards uber alles.

 

[bholder]

Punch cards uber alles.

Ahhh, yes, there's nothing like dropping a tray of hundreds of cards containing your entire semester's project program (bootstrapped my own mini-OS) onto the floor and then having to pick them up and re-sort them. The good ol' days!

 

[Passinwind]

Punch cards uber alles.

BTDT. And a classmate at said boarding school actually hacked the IBM mothership that way, ca. 1968.

 

[GwenOnBass]

It's interesting, I just have no idea WT7 is going on. My electrical knowledge goes: A)turn it on. If it doesn't come on, B) take to someone qualified to fix it.

Yup. Same with cars.

Companies don’t want you fixing your own products. Often product manuals start off with a long list of commandments, thou shall not....

I don’t know if this will help with life in general.

https://support.microsoft.com/en-us/help/2970908/how-to-use-microsoft-easy-fix-solutions

Having spoken words much like these in more or less the same order

If you didn't change anything, it works the same as before, yes?

it appears to me an articulation of another life strategy.

I first learned to code on an old Univac back in the dark ages.

And a :: nod :: of recognition from the console of the venerable PDP-8. It's the PDP-11 that I saw most - actually a modified PDP-11.

Punch cards uber alles.

Keypunch operator is one of those lines of work missed by none.

 

[GwenOnBass]

Ahhh, yes, there's nothing like dropping a tray of hundreds of cards containing your entire semester's project program (bootstrapped my own mini-OS) onto the floor and then having to pick them up and re-sort them. The good ol' days!

No reason to do this yourself when you can program the computer to screw up the cards. The hack in question (now-a-days a dangerous virus! OhNoes) is Robin Hood and Friar Tuck, documented here

The Meaning of ‘Hack’

"The Xerox card reader had two output stackers; it could be instructed to stack into A, stack into B, or stack into A (unless a card was unreadable, in which case the bad card was placed into stacker B). One of the patches installed by the ghosts added some code to the card-reader driver... after reading a card, it would flip over to the opposite stacker. As a result, card decks would divide themselves in half when they were read, leaving the operator to recollate them manually."

 

[beans-on-toast]

I used to like the rattle of the punch card machine. The remotly located card reader (you wouldn’t want to have to go to another building to submit your job) would sometimes mangle the cards that it was reading. Like paper getting stuck in a big photocopier. The reader required disassembly, some cards re-punched, then try again. Output would fly out of a printer. Unless it got jammed and would require disassembly.

All this was self serv, figure it out yourself.

 

[bholder]

And a :: nod :: of recognition from the console of the venerable PDP-8. It's the PDP-11 that I saw most - actually a modified PDP-11.

The computer department's machine was a Univac 1100/something, but I did get to use a PDP-11 for a couple of semesters - strangely enough, in the music department - it was hooked up to a room-filling Moog synthesizer installation - I so wish I had had more time to play on that...

 

[beans-on-toast]

4.5MB of data on 62,500 cards. She doesn’t look happy.

 

[beans-on-toast]

If you didn't change anything, it works the same as before, yes?

Unless the cat snuck in a software update while you weren’t looking. Or you have caps lock on by mistake.

 

[GwenOnBass]

I used to like the rattle of the punch card machine. The remotly located card reader (you wouldn’t want to have to go to another building to submit your job) would sometimes mangle the cards that it was reading. Like paper getting stuck in a big photocopier. The reader required disassembly, some cards re-punched, then try again. Output would fly out of a printer. Unless it got jammed and would require disassembly.

All this was self serv, figure it out yourself.

The rhythms of the pressroom are burned into my consciousness, having spent far more time in around that machinery than I would care to admit. You know what it's like to talk to the contrabassoon player about his work, and he's all excited because nobody understands their instrument like he understands the contrabassoon ... Once the conversation starts it can't be shut off ... The same thing goes for the press foreman.

The one rhythm I still hear is from the stitcher. Folios are stacked and dropped in order on a moving line where they are stitched to make a booklet. The stitches are those "staples"you see .... There is a particular order to the rhythm of the machine ... And the most glorious sound and rhythm comes from the Linotype. Hot lead! Those were real artists who ran those.

The Linotype in action in the Twilight Zone episode "Printer's Devil"

Curious that Mergenthaler Linotype became Linotype-Hell AG for a bit ....

 

[beans-on-toast]

I had the good fortune to tour a newspaper pressing plant. Banging out my name on a hot metal typesetting Linotype machine, dodging massive rolls of newsprint at the presses. Hard of hearing workers. Good thing that they could read.

A time has moved on. Two nearby large newspapers have shut down. A third moved pressing operations out to an industrial park in the burbs. All the heavy old presses were scrapped. The massive buildings are now hotels and condos. Most don’t even know what the building once housed.

 

[Haroldo]

Unless the cat snuck in a software update while you weren’t looking. Or you have caps lock on by mistake.

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I never tire of this gif. Looks just like our Fred, right down to the aggravated concentration on his furry face.

 

[Passinwind]

The rhythms of the pressroom are burned into my consciousness, having spent far more time in around that machinery than I would care to admit. You know what it's like to talk to the contrabassoon player about his work, and he's all excited because nobody understands their instrument like he understands the contrabassoon ... Once the conversation starts it can't be shut off ... The same thing goes for the press foreman.

The one rhythm I still hear is from the stitcher. Folios are stacked and dropped in order on a moving line where they are stitched to make a booklet. The stitches are those "staples"you see .... There is a particular order to the rhythm of the machine ... And the most glorious sound and rhythm comes from the Linotype. Hot lead! Those were real artists who ran those.

Yep. As a kid I'd sometimes spend Saturday mornings with my dad at the shop where My Weekly Reader was being printed and assembled. My brother and I had free run of the place and I always loved hanging in the printing room.

 

[beans-on-toast]

I never tire of this gif. Looks just like our Fred, right down to the aggravated concentration on his furry face.

Never give a cat your TB password. Who knows what confrontational material they might post.