Hrm... Back when I had a bad case of techno-fever, and this is really really embarassing, I dropped several thousand dollars on a new Mac. A spiffy top of the new newfangled Mac called the Quadra 900. It was... Utterly amazing. And huge. It was like having the monolith from 2001 on your desk. And it ran at a scary fast 25mhz on an 040 moto chip. And a few months later, Apple scrapped the 900 and introduced the Quadra 950 in it's stead. And the 950... Good Lord have mercy... The 950 ran at 33mhz. And it had some serious video horsepower. Enough to drive a 20 inch monitor. Dedicated video mind you... It could do utterly amazing things like render a full colour 2 meg tiff image in under 5 minutes. And then one of the Mac rags, Mac User I think, which is now gone, reported that NASA bought a cartload of these things for advanced computing. There was such a commotion. The 950 was hardcore hardware. Bleeding edge. And the 900? The previous king of the hill, now a month or three or four old? Junk. Compared to new specs, it was junk. It was like getting stuck with a Performa or an LC. And like the Mac II before it, and other high end Macs, you could hook up six monitors to it for the ultimate in technonerd status. And it was 33mhz compared to 25mhz on the previous model. I mean, that's 8 whole megahertz... How could any sane reasonable person say no to that?
What can I say... I had to buy it. Just like I had to buy the wicked fast IIfx. And a short time later, I just had to buy the Powermac 9500. It was around then that my technolust cooled. I realised it was stupid buying bleeding edge at that point because my computer spent most of it's time waiting on me.
Edit.
Ouch.
damn!
Good grief, what was I thinking?
What can I say... I had to buy it. Just like I had to buy the wicked fast IIfx. And a short time later, I just had to buy the Powermac 9500. It was around then that my technolust cooled. I realised it was stupid buying bleeding edge at that point because my computer spent most of it's time waiting on me.
Edit.
Ouch.
damn!
Good grief, what was I thinking?
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."