I was thinking about computers the other day, which I'm prone to do on occasion, and I realized that I still harbor fond memories of the Commodore64 that I begged my parents to buy for "the family" back in the early 80s. The Fabuli's had resisted the lure of the Commodore VIC-20 (barely) for a little while, but when my older brother vacated the homestead for university and the city, the modern technology provided by the C64 moved into his empty bedroom. The C64 played a large part in forming the basis of my interest in computing and IT. Coupled with the fact that I had now had unrestricted access to the room that had only weeks previous been OFF-LIMITS, these two factors meant that I now had two brand new worlds to conquer.
Oh. I mentioned the family earlier. Of the thousands of hours of service the Commodore64 provided, my parents might have spent 24 hours on it between them. The rest of the time I was playing games, showing off for my mom using...
