Besides the first day I sat at the PDP-7 console, one of the biggest Unix
thrills came when when I logged in remotely to the new Cray at Bell Labs.
Here was a monster machine with a manual I had never seen, and I was able
to compile and run a program on it at the first try. God bless sh, ed, cc,
and a.out.
Doug
File under "What a Drag it is Getting Old"....
My kids have now reached the age where they have started to mock me.
Not only must I contend with the fact that I'm not cool anymore (if,
indeed, I ever really was) but I also realize that I have no idea what
the slang they're using means. None whatsoever; it's all
unintelligible gibberish to me. They clearly revel in my ignorance.
But I have found a way to get even: I have started spelling out
commands verbally, punctuated with random words, and acting like this
has more general meaning (and like, you're just not hip with the rizz
if you don't understand). For example, "Yo, tar x v; on cat. Sig
Pipe, amirite?" I'll throw one of these out, and they stare at me
with faux comprehension while I silently, inwardly gloat.
Just thought I'd share.
- Dan C.
