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And made in Mumbai, I mean Bombay, no less.
Keep calling it Bombay just for fun. A bit like everyone in Vietnam still uses Saigon, but which pisses off the Gubmin. So all the more reason?
This is what I got my son for Christmas, a whole box (big box...) hope the link works
http://images.search.yahoo.com/images/view;_ylt=A0PDoS.V6wtPbBQAOuSJzbkF....
Jeeez that's qhite a link...
WB7 -- the memory banks are firing up. This venerable device ( pictured below/see link ) resided in my high school's "computer lab."
...A damnable pity none of our math teachers looked like Miss Digital ( a certain track by Van Halen comes to mind ):
http://archive.computerhistory.org/resources/text/DEC/Digital.PDP-11.197...
I like the guy with the matching shirt and tie
Ah yes, RSTS-11. That was the only system I wasn't certified on for the PDP 11s. I was a sysop for RT-11 used on our Data Aquisition systems and RSX-11M for the ones linked to DECNet and ARPANet. The gateway to the IBM systems was a bitch because we had to adapt the early ethernet gear to IBM token ring. Wonder if DECUS is still active.....
COngratulations again ZH and Banzai 7 (Octal)
Back in the days of the dinosaurs, the phone company would send you a punch card with your monthly bill. Wicked MBW discovered the "refund code" and got a stipend for phone usage.
DO LOOP
That dates you. Us. I remember when a whole room full of metal used these cards and had less computing power than the average first generation laptop. If only technological innovation might not have been accompanied by financial innovation, the world would be a much better place?
what's that saying? If cars evolved like computers, you could buy a rolls royce for a dollar and it would go a million miles on a gallon of gas. More than anything, and less than anticipated, they're the ultimate tool of insurrection and the ultimate equalizer in the info war.
The punch outs made the best confetti for high school football games. And a mouth full would shut up the jock behind you quick. HB Zero.
Perfect!
As a young engineer I used to carry a whole array of those cards printed by my secretary, around 200-300 per run, to the local IBM center to do refinery simulations using linear programming techniques run on the IBM big machine, the only one in town. If you got ONE card mal-printed, you'd wasted the day as the run used to take the whole day! WHat heroic times. You had to read the garbage in-garbage out print out to find out the glitch and come back with the rectifed set next morning. Rinse and repeat. We were at the leading edge of the op-research curve then! It was worth it. I felt like a fortran king.
Wow, now you can do all that on a lap top, not that those techinques are à la mode. Nobody optimises anything in smoke stack investment anymore, only junk CDOs and CDSs. The sign of our deindustrialised times.
happy anniversary ZH and old fortran.
Used to read those like some read a newspaper, back when there were newspapers with actual content, and folks could actually read.
Hard drive races.
I know of one that is about the size of a Student spiral notebook if not a little bigger and 1 megabyte in size.
I think it was the server room tape haulers who danced for joy realizing they never again will have to heft the basterds.
Long live the Zero! (Not to be confused with the Big O.)