I found a use for a 9V battery....
Exactly the right size to prop my 'scope at a more readable angle.
But what happens when it goes flat ;D ;D
Hi, but won't you need two or them, one for each front leg.
Do you have the adjustable deluxe 9V?
If you turn it over it can give you three different heights.
Tom....... 
The traditional phone book is now redundant!
Weed
Hi, what phone book?
Tom......
book ??
Book (defined): Portable 1 to 20Mb file you don't have to wait to download.
Weedpharma
Hi,
ahhh 20Mb, when that was all you required to run DOS or W and still have room for all the apps you would ever need.
Now its just a spec on a 3T hard-drive, that's capable of holding a couple of centuries playing time of music, if you can call it music after mp3 has gutted it.
Tom....
DOS, yes I remember PC-DOS and MS-DOS and even CP/M and even 5MB hard disk drives, but what is W, maybe a new form of highly compressed Microsoft Windows with all the bugs taken out? 8)
TomGeorge wrote:
ahhh 20Mb
That equates to 2.5MB is size, I don't recall a hard drive of that size, would seem hardly worthwhile? :o
A typical novel is often less than 1MB in size, which surprised me, when I think it takes me more than the few mSec a hard drive takes to read it all 
I wonder how that 9 Volt battery is holding up Jim?
I think you might be onto a winner there 
Paul
Cue the Monty Python theme.....
Aye! When I were a lad..........
Weedpharma
weedpharma:
Aye! When I were a lad..........
..... had to lick t' road clean wit' tongue.
Hi, 20MB, dyslexic keyboard.
MP: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
GC: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!
TG: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.
EI: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, (pause for laughter), eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."
MP: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'.
ALL: Nope, nope..
Merry Christmas .....Tom..
What's funny about that? You've obviously never been to Yorkshire!
I've been there. Went to The Forbidden Corner. Loved it!
Weedpharma
dannable:
What's funny about that? You've obviously never been to Yorkshire!
There's a very similar (and only slightly earlier) gag in "True Grit" when Cogburn makes a disparaging remark about Texans, when la Boeuf describes only having the water in a hoof-print to drink.
My first PC - a Tandy 1100HD - was a laptop; it had a 20 MB hard drive. It was also my first experience with a "real" operating system (prior to that machine I had owned two TRS-80 Color Computers - a 2 and a 3 - and only had dabbled with OS-9 on the 3).
The hierarchical directory structure was both interesting and confusing to me, as I had come from a system which used 5.25 inch floppies, where the directory was a flat structure (with the exception of OS-9 - which I never owned back then).
The first night I played around with it - it ran DOS 3.3 - I created a directory under another directory, put something into that sub-directory, then changed directories up a level, and deleted that (non-empty) sub-directory. In DOS 3.3, that was a "no-no" - the proper thing to do was to remove all the contents of the directory before deleting it, but this was a bug in the system that wasn't explained in the documentation (seriously - as a newbie to the system, it seemed to me that I should have been able to do what I did). So - what did that do?
Well - basically it left you with an empty directory that you couldn't delete, or put anything in - while it didn't bork the system badly, I had thought I had broke it! So - dumb me (ok, I wasn't dumb - I was adventurous when it came to computers - by this time of using this machine, I had already had experience using my TRS-80s for about 8 years, and had played with numerous other computers as well, the Apple IIe being chief among those).
I decided at that point the best course of action (!) was to re-format and re-install the OS (I had all the floppies to do so). So - there I was - the newbie following instructions in the manual, using FDISK and DSKCHK to re-format, re-partition, and re-install DOS 3.3 on this 20 MB hard drive based laptop - just so my parents wouldn't find out that I had "broke" it the first night I had it. They had spent a lot of money on it, and it was meant to be my machine to leave home to go to school with...
...thankfully - I got it working again - and learned a TON in the process. I later learned from a friend about the directory deletion bug; eventually I got a newer version of DOS that corrected this issue. I still have that laptop; some day I need to pull it out of storage and see if it will still boot...
If ever I meet one of you Texas <somethings> who ain't drunk water from a hoofprint, I'll shake their hand or buy 'em a cigar.
Or something like that.
For my evening meal I've had coal soup and boiled worsted. Luxury...
20MB hard drive - how about a TRS-80 with cassette tape? Built one in to a project to control a test station, programmed in BASIC.
cassette tape, pphft, you were so lucky, 
In my day, I had to get up in the middle of the night, drive for half a day to get to work.
When I got to work, it was still night, and had to carry six heavy backup tapes out of secure storage, walk half a kilometer to where the mainframe lived.
So, with three tapes on each arm, with arm going through hole in middle of tape I looked like a martian wearing dumbells.
Then, before breakfast, I had to mount the tapes and do the backups. Then I had to take them back to secure storage again, martian style.
And all that before I was allowed to even start a day's work.
Ha, if only we had cassette tapes 