I still have my BeigeG3MT and I will have it for many years to come as far I know right now.
It's not my daily driver - it is my link to the past.
Some of us here romanticize or reminisce about 'the good old days' of computing, and to be honest I do miss them. Gone are the days of sneakernetting things areound, but the flash drive may bring some sense of that back. The old BBS's of yore have given way to the forums of today and that lovely sound of my old 14.4 modem dialing in has been replaced by an iTunes playlist.
Yet this post is brought to you by a tablet PC with specs that are minimal at best yet I love it far more than the quad-core beast in the next room over. It is a computer with personality - something that connects with me. Being a tablet its age belies the fact that every time I use I can't help but feel that I have moved forward. This little 12" tablet is far more convergent than my dual screen computer. I interact with it and it interacts with me.
Looking to the dusty computer in the corner. That old relic of golden days gone by.
It brings a smile to my face and good memories rise to the surface of my consciousness.
It's not my daily driver - it is my link to the past.
Some of us here romanticize or reminisce about 'the good old days' of computing, and to be honest I do miss them. Gone are the days of sneakernetting things areound, but the flash drive may bring some sense of that back. The old BBS's of yore have given way to the forums of today and that lovely sound of my old 14.4 modem dialing in has been replaced by an iTunes playlist.
Yet this post is brought to you by a tablet PC with specs that are minimal at best yet I love it far more than the quad-core beast in the next room over. It is a computer with personality - something that connects with me. Being a tablet its age belies the fact that every time I use I can't help but feel that I have moved forward. This little 12" tablet is far more convergent than my dual screen computer. I interact with it and it interacts with me.
Looking to the dusty computer in the corner. That old relic of golden days gone by.
It brings a smile to my face and good memories rise to the surface of my consciousness.