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Nov. 5th, 2001 11:42 pmMy dad sent me mail asking if he could deep-six my old piles of Dr. Dobbsen. He reports they're occupying space.
I mean, I know I haven't cracked the covers of a one of them in the last ten years and more. But it was such a nifty magazine; it was about computers and it wasn't bilge. And it reminds me of when I used to write hundreds or probably thousands of little puzzle-solvers and graphics hacks and woefully naive crypto tools.
In other news, computers are ox-stunningly cheap. So I bought one or two. One, I think.
I mean, I know I haven't cracked the covers of a one of them in the last ten years and more. But it was such a nifty magazine; it was about computers and it wasn't bilge. And it reminds me of when I used to write hundreds or probably thousands of little puzzle-solvers and graphics hacks and woefully naive crypto tools.
In other news, computers are ox-stunningly cheap. So I bought one or two. One, I think.
