Month: June 2005

On the day of Atari Party 5.2, I convinced my beautiful wife to come to a couple garage sales. I don’t know why she agreed, as we were holding a large party that evening and anyone who cares about others’ impressions of her domicile would have been stressed about the “presentation layer” of the home, and she doesn’t even like yard sales.

But came she did, and it was wise that she carried the bankroll. Because I encountered a deal. A Commodore 64 C in a refurbisher’s box with the Commodore 1541-II disk drive for $25. I looked it over; no software, even though GEOS was supposedly included (for you damn kids, Graphical Environment Operating System was a graphical operating system, a la Mac or Windows, for the C64). At $20, I would have snapped it up, but since it broke the double-sawbuck territory, I couldn’t do it.

As we were in somewhat of a hurry (the Atari Party had a scheduled start time, and we did have some interface tweaks to perform on Honormoor, the Noggle estate, before the party), I didn’t even pause to offer a single sawbuck. Besides, I already own an original C64 with a working 1541 drive. So I couldn’t justify the expense to my wife, although perhaps if I had the cash in my wallet, I could have.

So we got home, and I wanted to hook up a Commodore 64 for party decoration. Sadly, that’s all it’s become; the party goers don’t tolerate the load time on the 1541, we discovered in Atari Party IV, when we connected a Commodore 64 and preloaded Castle Wolfenstein; after the first death and reload, the party members wandered off while the old machine spinned. But I wanted one hooked up for Atari Party 5.2, since we had space for it and we have a monochrome monitor for it. When I opened the cabinet where we keep the Commodore 64, but never the Commodore 64 C we passed up, I realized I might have a problem:

I already own five Commodore 64s, including the one I took to college as my primary computer (a gift from my mother), and three in their original boxes.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am an old computer hoarder.

Whenever I find an old computer at a garage sale or an estate sale at a reasonable (or irrational) price, I must buy it. I’m not talking old IBM clones whose processors I’ve made into geek-amusement magnets, I mean old 1980s computers.

I own:

• 5 Commodore 64s, including 3 1541 drives.
• 2 TI 99/4as. I don’t have the Dataset, but I do have the Speech Synthesizer module, which I haven’t actually tested yet. I don’t have a working set of joysticks, yet, which sucks since most of my dozen cartridges are games. Also, note that the two TIs I have now are the latest in my possession; I’ve owned 4 in my life; the preceding two also came in the 1990s, after the TI was way obsolete.
• 1 Laser 200, a computer I never heard of until I bought the one which languishes on my closet shelf. It booted, though, and I paid a couple bucks for it.

Most of these machines, not to mention my 4 Nintendo Entertainment Systems and 5 or so Atari 2600s and 2 Sega Geneses, languish on my closet shelves for 364 days a year or, in some cases, for 729 days every two years. I want to own these machines because I don’t want other people to throw them away.

I am an old computer hoarder.

Admitting this is the first step in receiving help. I know that now.

So if you know of a Commodore 64 C with 1541-II or Commodore 128 with 1571 that I can buy for under $20, please pass along the information.

Within a story in the St. Louis Post-Dispatch entitled “Zippy craft, young riders are making waves” (subtitle: “Missouri has joined Illinois in focusing on boating education certificates for younger boaters.”), we find an entrepreneur abdictating his responsibility to the state government, and to the taxpayers.

The business problem:

Another pair of wrecked Wave Runners. Just the latest.

One of them – a $3,500 machine that can hit 70 mph – sat with its front end sheared off outside Mike Lynn’s rental shop. The two watercraft had crashed in a game of “cat and mouse,” although both riders escaped injury.

Nine of 10 watercraft at Lynn’s Bikini Pier Rental, a shop in the shadows of the Grand Glaize Bridge, come back damaged.

Lynn lauds the solution:

But a new Missouri law effective Jan. 1 is aimed at curbing these accidents, especially among younger drivers, who need to be only 14 to pilot such a craft alone. State residents younger than 21 are now required get a boating safety identification card by passing a boater education course.

The new card is required to operate all motorized vessels on Missouri lakes, even when renting one. A card costs $15.

“It’s going to help. It’s got to help,” Lynn said. “I’m all for it.” [Emphasis added.]

Mr. Lynn favors state registration of young Seadoo riders because he is unwilling to forego renting to riders under 21 because that would cost him revenue. Instead, he wants to spend my money and add layers of government bureaucracy to license young people, which will result in a piece of paper they need to carry, and might reduce the 90% damage to his business’s property that is rented to these underage riders. Pardon me while I do the math:

.9 * (percentage of underage rentals * safer riding because of certification)

So if certification makes underage riders 25% safer, and if Lynn rents 25% of his business to people under 21 with the certification…. Crikey, man, I have a philosophy/English degree, not a degree in something useful like figurin’. Still, it seems like a small impact on Lynn’s bottom line.

But it’s a free impact since we the Missouri taxpayers are paying for it. Were I a strict entrepreneur, with nothing but the betterment of my business as my highest principle, goal, and directive, I would be all for it, too.

Hopefully, the boss won’t catch this line item on the budget and question why QA needs an imposing, slightly sinister Imperial TIE Fighter workstation.

Although perhaps I should hold out for the fully-functional Death Star model.