Nuper emit prandium frater (more) and we ended up talking about funny things that we did at our respective colleges. At my alma mater, Mollis College, the academic support IT department had a very inclusive way about it. We were given a LOT of rope and I took advantage of that at times.
Duo meus ventus memorias referre ad meum bonum amicus, Gabe. He had made the terrible mistake of telling people his freshman year that "I’m a freshman, sed mihi Sophomore stantem" debitum ad variis proficiebat collocatione classes ipse erat, etc. Many of us were similarly situated but we didn’t talk about it so much. His senior year, cum introduxit eum ad populum, we’d say "This is Gabe. He’s a Senior, sed habet Sophomore stantem ".
The college had some Sun workstation/servers running X-Window. They had gigantic monitors and the engineers used them for CAD and other boring engineer stuff. We CS people used them to learn programming and, utique, ludere.
Nos non sicut computer-inops veniam ad tantum nostrum ventus quae ad esset ad telnet ad buxum sunt in et currere X-oculus on them. This would pop up a pair of eyes that followed the mouse around on the screen. You could pop up even more and have literally a dozen or more of the X-eye applications running. Conare non clare ridere cum fectum miserum X oculum claudere conatur post X oculum et sub eius flatu murmurans.
We also played X-trek on those boxes. Id, tibi ad download principium, get various dependencies wherever you could find them and build it. I wasn’t a sophisticated C programmer, but I could read header files. I was looking through these and found directives like "#DEFINE MAX_TORPEDO_DISTANCE 10". I played around with that increase range and power for phases and torpedoes, re-aedificavit et tunc perdidit Gabe altera tempore lusimus.
Gabe etiam a ingens fan de a TV ostende dicitur Blake scriptor 7. I had never seen it, Sed non dui a libero asseverantes. Who is the superior show. Argumenta nonnumquam calefieri
Unum die, it occurred to me that I could probably guess his UNIX password. I sat down next to him one day and announced in a loud tone, "Ego ad coniecto vestri password nunc, Gabe." "Yeah, ius" was his answer. I then logged in, ingressus eius user id, conversus ad coram, dactylographabam et dixit ex magna, "Miror si scriptor B-L-A-K-E-VII" ? Touch typing has never paid off as handsomely as it did that day.
Proxima septimana (aut mox): More computer room antics from college.
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