Excuze me, there youngin, that's What'fer, and I oughta show you what'fer fer not knowin' yer durned vocabulary! Seriously folks. I'm 16, and I remember as early as George Bush saying how we can't slack with Saddam. Considering that was our president's dad, you must understand this is a very strange time for me. I remember the Atari 5200, where all the games didn't actually have ends, just paradigms and endless loops that carried into infinity. Back before Borland and his crazy C++. NES is still a fond memory, and a fond present, as I still play it from time to time. I remember before the internet and before these here new fangled computers took over everything. Had to search through card catalogs and find the book you wanted in the library. Had to write letters and know phone numbers. Had to kill our own game... Actually that last one might be a past-race memory, not sure...
