I bought several Spider-Man posters around the time I graduated from high school. (1990) These posters graced the walls of my bedroom at my parent’s house, then the walls of what passed for my living room as a bachelor, and finally wound up on the walls of my home office. The posters are now old enough to graduate from high school themselves.
The time finally came to put them to rest. My love for ol’ web-head remains undiminished, but the posters had become wrinkled and torn over the years. (Although, they hadn’t faded, since the light of the sun rarely reaches this place.) My father-in-law provided the perfect replacement: Vintage computer science posters from his early days of teaching. (He’s retiring this year.)
They’re laminated, so they’re in better condition than my Spider-Posters, despite them being over a decade older. I apologize for the low quality of these shots. The lighting in here is ideal for monitors, but hell on photography.
Read on to see the rest:
This is a history of the personal computer, which begins in 3,000 BC and ends in 1977.
The parts of a personal computer: Screen, Keyboard, Printer, Phone, and Tape Recorder.
I threw away the last of my floppies in 1999. People had been predicting the death of the floppy for nigh on a decade by that point. In the end, nothing really killed them, they just died. It wasn’t until USB drives and those flash memory thingdings that we really had reliable portable storage again.
I have a little memory card in my phone that’s smaller than a thumbprint and holds two gig. You would need 5,405 of the above-pictured 5.25″ floppies to hold that much data. And probably a wheelbarrow.
The dead tongues of computer science.
Sorry. Maybe I should have warned you first. Bill here is on the back of the door so I don’t see him very often. I keep him there because the reaction I get from visitors is priceless.
The Plot-Driven Door
You know how videogames sometimes do that thing where it's preposterously hard to go through a simple door? This one is really bad.
Resident Evil 4
Who is this imbecile and why is he wandering around Europe unsupervised?
A horrible, railroading, stupid, contrived, and painfully ill-conceived roleplaying campaign. All in good fun.
Project Button Masher
I teach myself music composition by imitating the style of various videogame soundtracks. How did it turn out? Listen for yourself.
The Loot Lottery
What makes the gameplay of Borderlands so addictive for some, and what does that have to do with slot machines?