Yzzerdd
Veteran Member
LOL I couldn't resist.
But seriously, what a sensation it was to turn on the old IBM 5150 after months of idlely sitting there, keeping the table from floating away. I plugged it in, and with a "CLICK!" it purred to life. I inserted my 5.25 DOS diskette(a copy of course, versus original) and with a light thud the head was lowered and locked onto the black magnetic surface. Seconds later, the buzz of the disk drive reading the 1s and 0s, eventually requesting I update it on the time and date, before informing me it successfully booted Microsoft DOS 3.0.
As I keyed in commands to give LOTUS 1-2-3 the correct drivers, I smiled at the memories of many evenings spent updating my finances, tracking my money to the penny. After I moved back here, I never really got back on that. But today, I made a new restart entry below the rest to update it on my current situation. Fond memories as I scrolled through the few years of information I had on that diskette. My move to WV was there, every single gallon of gas. The purchasing of my first car, and the hundreds of dollars worth maintenance it required, seemingly broken down at least once a week. The trip to Kentucky for a Suburbanful of computers. And the occasional meal I treated the family to. And right there through it all, good times and bad, my trusty, solid, semi-freshly painted(thanks Lorne) IBM Personal Computer 5150, displaying a crisp white text it uses to communicate with me. Its own way of saying "Hello! How may I help you?" presented right there at the command prompt. Ready for duty. Ready for a command. Ready to serve my needs.
My love-affair with my IBM 5150 has been reignited. I've typed and printed many school papers on it, and I look forward to many more this school year. Together, we take on the world. Whether through thousands of tiny dots printed with an IBM ProPrinter II, or with millions of 1s and 0s transmitted at a rate of 1200 baud on an internal modem, the world will know our presense for years to come.
--Ryan
But seriously, what a sensation it was to turn on the old IBM 5150 after months of idlely sitting there, keeping the table from floating away. I plugged it in, and with a "CLICK!" it purred to life. I inserted my 5.25 DOS diskette(a copy of course, versus original) and with a light thud the head was lowered and locked onto the black magnetic surface. Seconds later, the buzz of the disk drive reading the 1s and 0s, eventually requesting I update it on the time and date, before informing me it successfully booted Microsoft DOS 3.0.
As I keyed in commands to give LOTUS 1-2-3 the correct drivers, I smiled at the memories of many evenings spent updating my finances, tracking my money to the penny. After I moved back here, I never really got back on that. But today, I made a new restart entry below the rest to update it on my current situation. Fond memories as I scrolled through the few years of information I had on that diskette. My move to WV was there, every single gallon of gas. The purchasing of my first car, and the hundreds of dollars worth maintenance it required, seemingly broken down at least once a week. The trip to Kentucky for a Suburbanful of computers. And the occasional meal I treated the family to. And right there through it all, good times and bad, my trusty, solid, semi-freshly painted(thanks Lorne) IBM Personal Computer 5150, displaying a crisp white text it uses to communicate with me. Its own way of saying "Hello! How may I help you?" presented right there at the command prompt. Ready for duty. Ready for a command. Ready to serve my needs.
My love-affair with my IBM 5150 has been reignited. I've typed and printed many school papers on it, and I look forward to many more this school year. Together, we take on the world. Whether through thousands of tiny dots printed with an IBM ProPrinter II, or with millions of 1s and 0s transmitted at a rate of 1200 baud on an internal modem, the world will know our presense for years to come.
--Ryan