This gives you a sense of what was going on in the geopolitical sphere of Europe in the late 19th century.
Found at Maps on the Web; enlarged and enhanced a bit for visibility.
This gives you a sense of what was going on in the geopolitical sphere of Europe in the late 19th century.
Found at Maps on the Web; enlarged and enhanced a bit for visibility.
Just thought I’d share one of my favorite websites: Lost Consonants by Graham Rawle.
An example
Maybe it’s just linguist humor, but I think these are a crackup… this one especially makes me laugh every time I see it.
The Old Wolf has Poken.
A few days ago I had a delightful meetup with several fellow Esperantists. Esperanto was devised by the Polish doctor and linguist Ludwig Lazarus Zamenhof in the 1870’s and 1880’s in the hopes of creating an international language that would be easy for anyone to learn, thus fostering peace and international cooperation. It is, to date, the most successful of all constructed international auxiliary languages.
I fell under the spell of Esperanto in the mid-70’s. While wandering the streets of Villach, Austria, I entered the Kongresshaus and found an International Esperanto Conference in full swing. I picked up a pamphlet or two and discovered (with English, French, German and Italian under my belt) that I could read Esperanto with almost no problem. I was enchanted. Although I never really became fluent in speaking, I can read and write with fair proficiency.
During the course of the gathering, I mentioned this article which I collected years ago – it’s not an official artificial language, but rather a humorous piece which should be readable by just about any European, or other linguist/polyglot worth his or her salt.
Edit: 7/17/2025
Some other links about Europanto:
https://www.theneweuropean.eu/nordinary/how-do-you-say-i-love-you-in-europanto
https://www.worldwidewords.org/tp-eur2.htm
Here is a text written in a language which is not taught in any university, but which lends itself well to use on the European continent.
A certain Diego Marani, translator for the European Council, created Europanto, an authentic mixture more or less proportional to all the languages of the community, which has become very successful, even to being published in a Belgian magazine…
As in Bruxelles diem, good lecture und bueno weekend for tu und mein fratello…
Qui ist inspector Cabillot ?
Inspector Cabillot ist le true fonctionner der UEEU wie lutte contra der insjustice y der mal, por der ideal van una Europa unita y democratica in ein world de pax, where se parle eine sola langue, der Europanto.
Cabillot und el misterio der exotische Pralinas
Erat una fria morning de Octubre und ein low fox noyabat las benches der park. Algunos laborantes magrebinos collectabant der litter singing melanconic tunes. Aan el 200th floor des Euro Tower el Chef Inspector General del Service des Bizarre Dingen, Mr What, frapped sur the tabula y said: “Dit is kein blague. Appel rapid Cabillot!”.
Inspector Cabillot put sein rhubarbre lollipop en el tiroir, raccroched der telefon und got aan el cuirassed elevator fur emergence case.
‑ Usted me demanded, Mr. What ?
‑ Ja. Ik hay ein delicaaat mission voor vous. Als you sabez, der UEEU send plenty aid to trio mundo countries y sobre all, butter, second hand velos, italian bien, english wine, old stamps und used tyres. Well, some de esto aid jamas arriva a destinatie. There must est un hole quelquewhere en Sud Amerika, mas exactly, in der Petite Guyane Luxembourgeoise. La is tambien ein kliniek por invalidos funcionarios die is un bit suspecta. Ich want dat Usted va alla ut give un colpo de eye. Usted wil make semblant ein invalido fonctionnaire to be. Sergent Otto Oliveira of de Europese Polizei will mit vous in touch resteren.
‑ Ouivohl, Mr. What.
‑ Il is surtodo el butter que svanish… et we hebben kein indices. Bonne luck, Inspector!
Inspector Cabillot got back dans son oficina por make los bagaages.
‑ Wat bring man en der Petite Guyane Luxembourgeoise, Otto? Asked el aan su beste collaborador.
‑ Sabe niet… maybe ein fishing baton, ein warmawater bouteille, somechose to lire or una hermosa girl… a less que dat kan man op place trovar…
Inspector Cabillot put en la valisa der draft directive van de UEEU on Bolts, Clous und Staples, quelque ananas lollipop (exotische flavour), sein flowered bermudas, ein straw chapeau y ein vocabulair Guyanish ‑ Europanto.
Der dia after, Inspector Cabillot atterred at Paramarange, capital der la Petite Guyane Luxembourgeoise mit the mismo aereo que transportabat el europese aid. Paramarange is ein city maritima, mit viel mundo et un grote harbour.
La erste cosa que Cabillot remarqued was dat presque todos los Paramarangos estaban fat como porcadillos. Partout was plein van pralinas reklames und in aile boutiks erat full van pralinas of todos types.
‑ Man like aqui chocolats un lot! esclamed Cabillot aan el taxista.
‑ Certenly sur ! We tenemos ici los meliores chocolates der monde! People komen out van Switzerland fur nuestros chocolates to kopen. Where va Usted ?
‑ Aan la kliniek Hemelpax.
‑ Oh, est vous ein van aquellos very muchos enerved people ?
‑ Not vraiement…
Parte zwei
La klinika erat un basse edifizio blanco mit verde fenestras and lindo jardino florido. Aan la entry was Dr. Hookers, el director des klinika, expectante.
“Mr. cabillot, Ich suppose … “
“Le same, Herr doctor!”
“Bienkomen en Hemelpax! Se fasse comfortable en my oficio, bitte! Frau Hassenpain, prepare please de room 23!
” Dr. Hookers fermed de porta und sitted in sua fauteuil.
“Dear Menheer Cabillot, vous will vedere que hier sta man in pax und Brussel will presto become eine far away memoria for usted! Ich sais que usted esse nicht eine grave case. Una belangrijkissima cosa: remenbere de never prononze ici de mot ‘Communautes economiques europeennes’ of ‘Union europeenne’.
There ist ici people que quando this entende jump en l’aere like uno emflammado und commencia te pleure, te hurle, te sich arrache los cabillos van der tete. Ici man sobreall must dormiren. In der postmeridio est quelqunas activitades distractiva como de promenada nel park or una pied‑balle partida, fur exemplo, la Commission contra el reste del mundo. El sunday postmeridio ist la projectio del film (siempre lo meme, para not emoxionar too mucho los esprits) ‘Gone with de invaliditeit’. Ik espero dat usted wil aqui happy esse. Du kan maintenante un look autour della cite habe. Aqui se mange at sept ‘o cloque. Hasta la vue, Mr. Cabillot!”
El doctor se leved und accompanied Cabillot aan la door. En sortendo, Cabillot remarqued Frau Hassenpain qui espiabat uit den fenestra.
Paramarange ist una very folle cite y der pueblo est calientissimo. Everyrodo mange pralinas non‑stop und wenn mange overdose commenza a danzer la Tarabomba qui ist eine tipik bal, very desfrenado und decambolante. Le long des stradas erat pienty van ‘tarabombos’ (los ballerines de Tarabomba) dechainados qui ballabant under el heat der sol. In eine cafe on der plaza, Cabillot tasted quelqunas pralinas and aan lui tambien le came envie de danzar one poco.
Quella tarde, en el restorant de la klinika, Cabillot mangesd echet paramarangas specialitades
Moules au chocolat* Emince de mouette au cacao avec pralines frites Salade aux quatre chocolats Chocolat chaud (cuvee 1978).
“Un bit van butter ?” demander Frau Hassenpain en serving el dish. “Nein, gracias, ich like le butter niks” responded Cabillot. But Frau Hassenpain let le butter sobre la tabla. “Strange Frau” pensed Cabillot. Entorno de lui los autros pazientos des klinika mangiabant silentes, mit les eyes ekarkillados. Aquella noche, Cabillot dormed mal und dreamed grosse waitresses que danzabant la Tarabomba en topless sur la playa.
Le morgen, Cabillot se leved et se promened eine peu in der klinika. Parfois le parebat de sentir uno sound, like moteurs tournant. El monted todos los floors, mais es impossible was naar de caves te descendre. De porta was zu. Por el breakfasto, el decided de mange leger : only uno the al chocolate. “Sommige butter?” demanded Frau Hassenpain.
“Le said deja que no! Ich like el butter niks!” responded brutalmente Cabillot. Todo el dag Cabillot permaned en la terrazze de la klinika, chassando las mouches und lisando el jourpaper de Paramarange, “Una Van Deze Soirs”. El went dormir early, mit uno grosse mal au belly. But , dat nacht tambien el dormed not. Il y was eine bruit, eine mysterioso bruit que lo deranged. Descendendo en le hall om eine the chocolats te drinken, Cabillot antended eine cri. El ran to la kitchen. Sur le floor stabat Frau Hassenpain, mit eine knife enfonced in de poitrine y der bouche full van chocolat.
* In alles gut restorantes, ist la karte toujours in Franzose gewritten.
From Shorpy, Washington, D.C. “Prof. H.E. Burton, 8/5/29.” A Star Search matinee. National Photo Company Collection glass negative.
There was a time when astronomers actually looked into their telescopes, instead of working at remote locations on sophisticated digital (or a bit earlier, photographic) equipment. But one can imagine that there were times when things got a bit boring in the observatory, and then idle minds became the devil’s workshop.
Al Frueh proposed just such an incident in 1937, in the New York Times. Here’ for your gratuitous pleasure, is reproduced
THE JEST
As a kid, I had one of those little black eye tubes. It worked great. And just in case you think old guys can’t be trolls,
Watch out for retired people. We have the time to make your life hell.
The Old Wolf has spoken.
A recent question over at Reddit asked, “Can you Terrify Us in Just Three Words?”
Below, the top entries or ones that I found especially terrifying (with the really sick ones, sadly abundant, removed for family friendliness).
Search History Subpoena
You Tested Positive
No Toilet Paper
Frenulum Papercut Extravaganza [1]
Nuclear Launch Detected
We Should Talk
You’ll Never Retire
Wow, That’s Small
Continuous Kidney Stones
Everyone Dies Alone
Look Behind You
My Office. Now.
You’re Being Audited
Digital Rights Management
President Kim Kardashian
You Have Cancer
Nutella Was Discontinued
Amy’s Baking Company
No More Bacon [2]
Winter is Coming [3]
President Sarah Palin
I’d have to agree, most of these are downright terrifying. I’m reminded of Hemingway’s bleak short story: “For sale, baby shoes. Never worn;” also, the shortest horror story ever written: “The last man on earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.”
It was interesting to see what people consider terrifying.
The Old Wolf has spoken.
[1] Ouch! I’ve done my tongue on an envelope, but never this.
[2] One of the most terrifying of all
[3] I’m not a Game of Thrones fan – I’ve neither seen nor read it – but at least I recognized this.
Yesterday I posted about Germany’s longest official word having been stricken from the dictionary because it’s no longer needed. Today we will descend to sophomoric levels to explore the same noun-compounding phenomenon.
Put away your Dudens and your Langenscheidts and your reference books; this is nothing but silly fun. From various unknown sources across the years:
Dog: Barkenpantensniffer
Dog Catcher: Barkenpantensniffersnatcher
Dog Catcher’s Truck: Barkenpantensniffersnatcherwagen
Garage for Truck: Barkenpantensniffensnatcherwagenhaus
Truck Repairman: Barkenpantensniffensnatcherwagenmechanikerwerker
Mechanic’s Union: Barkenpantensniffensnatcherwagenmechanikerwerkerfeatherbeddengefixengruppe
Doctor: Chestergethumpenpulsentooker
Nurse: Chestergethumpenpulsentookerhelper
Hypodermic Needle: Chestergethumpenpulsentookerhelperhurtensticker
Backside: Chestergethumpenpulsentookerhelperhurtenstickerstabbenplatz
Piano: Plinkenplankenplunkenbox
Pianist: Plinkenplankenplunkenboxgepounder
Piano Stool: Plinkenplankenplunkenboxgepounderspinnenseat
Piano Recital: Plinkenplankenplunkenboxgepounderoffengeshowenspelle
Fathers at the Recital: Plinkenplankenplunkenboxgepounderoffengeshowenspellensnoozengruppe
Mothers at the Recital: Plinkenplankenplunkenboxgepounderoffengeshowenspellensnoozengruppenuppenwakers
Automobile: Honkenbrakenscreecher
Gasoline: Honkenbrakenscreecherzoomerjuicen
Driver: Honkenbrakenscreecherguidenschtunker
Auto Mechanic: Honkenbrakenscreecherknockengepinger‑ sputtergefixer
Repair Bill: Bankenrollergebustenuptottenliste
Propeller: Der airfloggen fann
Self starter: Der airfloggenfann flinger
Control column: Das pushenpullen schtik
Rudder pedals: Der tailschwingen works
Pilot: Der tailschwingen pushenpullen werker
Student pilot: Der dummkoff lernen fliegen
Forced landing: Trieen gobackonner ground mitout kraschen
First solo: Trieen gobackonner ground mitout kraschen alone
Precautionary landing: Looken virst den kraschen
Crosswind landing: Trieen gobackonner ground mitout kraschen sidevays
Parachute jump: Trieen gobackonner ground mitout der fliegenwagon
Weather radar: Das olektroniken stormengeschniffer
Warhead: Das Lautenboomer
Atomic warhead: Das eargeschplittene Lautenboomer
Hydrogen warhead: Das eargeschplittene Lautenboomer mit grossem Holengraund und alles kaputt!
These remind me of Fraulein Bo-peepen And More Tales Mein Grossfader Told by Dave Morrah:
An extract from the book:
Fraulein Bo-Peepen
Ben losen der sheepen
Und puzzlen mit der gelooken.
Later der sheepen
Ben homen gecreepen
Mit tailers behinder geshooken.
Nowhere near as scholarly an approach as John Hulme’s Mörder Guss Reims – the Gustav Leberwurst Manuscript, which I mentioned here, but in 1953, so close to the end of the second world war, it struck a popular chord with Americans, who were still getting a kick out of mocking the Germans as late as 1971 when Hogan’s Heroes went off the air.
Schulz! Where is Colonel Hogan?
Nowadays we’ve become so much more sophisticated:
“Your fire is dying…”
Der Old Wolf has gespoken.
It’s now clear why things such as this happen on a regular basis:
Stepping out of the humor track for a second, I just discovered this as well – apparently it’s a very serious matter:
Doctors’ sloppy handwriting kills more than 7,000 people annually. It’s a shocking statistic, and, according to a July 2006 report from the National Academies of Science’s Institute of Medicine (IOM), preventable medication mistakes also injure more than 1.5 million Americans annually. Many such errors result from unclear abbreviations and dosage indications and illegible writing on some of the 3.2 billion prescriptions written in the U.S. every year.
Read the full article at: Time: Cause of Death: Sloppy Doctors
The Old Wolf has spoken.
Men’s and women’s shopping habits have long been grist for the humorist’s mill.
But the best humor is rooted immovably in truth, and people often find funny what they resonate with:
A woman was in town on a shopping trip. She began her day finding the most perfect shoes in the first shop and a beautiful dress in the sale in the second. In the third everything had just been reduced by 50 percent when her mobile phone rang. It was a female doctor notifying her that her husband had just been in a terrible car accident and was in a critical condition and in the ICU. The woman told the doctor to inform her husband where she was and that she’d be there as soon as possible. As she hung up, she realized she was leaving, what was shaping up to be, her best day ever in the boutiques. She decided to get in a couple of more shops before heading to the hospital.
She ended up shopping the rest of the morning, Finishing her trip with a cup of coffee and a beautiful chocolate cake, compliments of the last shop. She was jubilant.
Then she remembered her husband. Feeling guilty, she dashed to the hospital. She saw the doctor in the corridor and asked her about her husband’s condition. The lady doctor glared at her and shouted, ‘You went ahead and finished your shopping trip didn’t you! I hope you’re proud of yourself! While you were out for the past four hours enjoying yourself in town, your husband has been languishing in the Intensive Care Unit!
It’s just as well you went ahead and finished, because it will more than likely be the last shopping trip you’ll ever have! He will require round the clock care for the rest of his life and he will now be your full time career!’
The woman was feeling so guilty she broke down and sobbed.
The lady doctor then chuckled and said, ‘I’m just pulling your leg, he’s dead. Show me what you bought.’
Heartless! But why would jokes like this even surface if there were not a grain of truth to them?
A friend of mine, Mark Stanley, author and illustrator of the webcomic Freefall, came up with what seems like a very cogent explanation for the difference in shopping patterns, at least from an energy-conservation standpoint. In this scene, Florence Ambrose, a gengineered wolf (and an engineer in her own right) is shopping for clothes, when this interaction takes place:
This makes a lot of sense; there’s even science behind it. Of course, it doesn’t touch the psychological differences between men and women, or how they tend to think; have a look at these two representations of the shopping decision process (click them for larger versions):
These are funny, but again there’s truth here. Men evolved with a basic biological thought process:
Women, on the other hand, have always had a list of responsibilities that this blog entry wouldn’t hold:
This mindset may be represented by the following device:
Like it or not, as genders we think differently. Even our visual cortices process input differently, as illustrated by how men and women perceive the shopping environment:
As long as people insist on living as couples, shopping together may always be an area of divisiveness. Remembering that expectations are essentially pre-planned resentments, it might be helpful to keep the following things in mind:
Talk to each other. Find out what your partner likes and enjoys. This prepares a playing field for good communication.
If you love to shop and your partner doesn’t, for the love of Mogg’s holy grandfather, don’t insist that they follow you around to every store under the starry vault.
Some husbands/boyfriends/partners may enjoy shopping with you simply because they know you enjoy it; others would rather be stung by a thousand bees. Either way, roll with what’s there. If you really enjoy shopping with someone, find a like-minded friend and go with them.
Split up for the shopping trip if necessary. If you’re out for necessities, divide and conquer. Just remember that even guys have some hangups when it comes to certain kinds of shopping, and plan your route accordingly.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I hear Home Depot calling me.
The Old Wolf has spoken.
Listen, I know leetspeak is paleolithic and not funny anymore, but it’s a great lead-in to this awesome infographic about programming. If it got you here, mission accomplished. Suck it down.

Although I was a programmer for years, having started with FORTRAN on a Univac 1108, and progressing through PL/I in the IBM environment to Algol on Data General machines, and using Basic, PL/M, Javascript and C in the PC environment, this chart forces me to confront the fact that I only really danced around the core of the programming world. But having done as much as I did, I thoroughly respect the people who code for today’s computers, tablets and smartphones.
Programming is a fertile field for humor, mostly as a stress-reliever. I shared a poem by Dan Nessett previously, and I’ll give you a few more examples of his work – and that of others – below.
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“Special Forms, the Lady Tells Him” – Dan Nessett
This poem appeared in Droll Science by Robert L. Weber (1987), and was noted as an original submission for that volume. However, I first saw it printed off on a Tektronix thermal printer at Washington State’s Office of Financial Management in 1980, so I’m not sure quite what to make of that.
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Another poem by Nessett, also chanted to the cadence of “Hiawatha”:
The strange tale of Jeremiah Hoop
Jeremiah Hoop, a stranger,
came to be advised concerning
The addition of some figures
Needed for his Income Tax.
To the University of
Hoopla State he brought his query,
“Please explain what I must do to
Add these on your fine computer.”
“Please attend,” the first man told him.
“The error in your computation
Will depend on the solution
Of this Eigenvalue problem.”
“Epsilon in this case surely
Will destabilize your answer
And your round-off will truncate so
That your sum must disappear.”
Jeremiah’s admiration
Of this man’s remarkable grasp
Of the gallic language did not
Rid him of his pressing question.
So he sought and found another
Fine distinguished-looking teacher –
“Ah! A fine example of the
Non-deterministic parsing
Requisite in PDL
Automata and T. M. Scanners.
Here, I have a proof that this is
Quite unsolvable,” he answered.
“Huh!?!” was all that Mr. Hoop
Could muster after this Greek lesson.
Once again he posed the question.
Once again a Rorschach answer.
“If we generalize your question
Into one of n-dimensions
We can then apply the Tensor
Calculus and Einstein’s methods.”
“With but one Christoffel symbol
And ignoring oscillations,
I believe we’ll find the answer
To our question in three years.”
Again and once more Jeremiah
Questioned those of higher learning –
If we write a microprogram…”
or, “An SVC exists…”
“Pooh!” was all that Jeremiah
Could respond, exasperated.
“In the time I’ve wasted asking,
I could sum the list by hand.”
Wiser, Jeremiah Hoop turned
And in silence walked away.
Went back to his farm in Clodville.
Laughed out loud occasionally.
-Dan Nessett
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(This one reminds me hauntingly of “Ozymandias“)
CALL MAGIC
One day while cleaning off my desk there came
Into my hands a scrap, upon it writ
Five lines of code – a subroutine whose name
Was “Magic” which required no arguments.
My curiosity began to itch.
I wrote a simple driver with but one
“Call Magic” statement – and submitted it
And walked outside to bask beneath the sun.
Four hours later I awoke in pain.
A sunburn had decided it should
Take out a lease and dwell upon my skin.
So I returned inside in no sweet mood.
I claimed my job – my reason was enraged.
Queer looks were given me when I exclaimed,
“Great Caesar’s Ghost,” for on its final page
Was “For your sunburn try some Solarcaine™”.
Three times I ran that job – three times amazed.
For once it solved a problem that had been
My tormentor for months, and, sans arrays,
It gave a winning strategy for Gin.
The second run output a proof which showed
That every map with four colors may be
Completely marked and all adjacent nodes
Have different hues for their identity.
The third described a model of the skies
Which made the Einstein formulation seem
As trivial as one plus four is five,
And yet could be explained to a Marine.
Just one more time I ran that job and while
It executed I sat deep in thought.
I concentrated all my earthly guile
On making “Magic” show the key to Luck.
The world is full of greed and avarice.
It spins on axes hewn from Mankind’s lust.
Small children learn – avoid the precipice
Of grabbing for that final piece of crust.
No trace of “Magic” could be found by this
Sad author after I turned in that job
Which disappeared with all the previous
Results collected – dust to worthless dust.
– Dan Nessett
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Ode to a Programmer
(Unknown)
“No program is perfect,”
they said with a shrug.
“The client is happy –
what’s one little bug?”
But he was determined;
The others went home.
He dug out the flowcharts,
Deserted, alone.
Night passed into morning,
The room became cluttered
With core-dumps and punch-cards.
“I’m close,” he muttered.
Chain-smoking, cold coffee,
Logic, deduction,
“I’ve got it!” her cried,
“Just change one instruction!”
Then change two, then three more,
As year followed year,
And strangers would comment,
“Is that guy still here?”
He died at the console
Of hunger and thirst.
Next day he was buried
Face down, 9-edge first.
And his wife, through her tears,
Not accepting his fate,
Said, “He’s not really gone,
He’s
Just
Working
Late!”
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Even though times were undoubtedly simpler in 1978,

I’m sure programmers have always had the same challenges.

Quoted for truth
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On that note, a bit of history. Back in 1984, the company I joined was running on Wang OIS hardware, at one time the foremost word processing system available in the business world. Their famous V2 editor, designed in tight assembly code to run in 32K of workspace (although most workstations by that time had 64K) was stored in the Wang headquarters in Lowell, Massachussetts, in a tall rack of drives. Source code and backups, all in the same rack. Which got knocked over. Hence no improvements were ever made to the editor; when it came time for Wang to release WP Plus, they basically had to re-write the code from the bottom up, emulating the function of their own editor… and of course it was slower than molasses. Source code is important…
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While Mike Royko praised the virtues of the Macintosh in 1995, it was not always popular; at the Macworld in 1986, Philippe Kahn, then CEO of Borland International, raised hackles when he called the Mac a “piece of shit.” He later did an about face when he woke up and smelled the money, but it was a gutsy thing to say in the middle of a convention of Mac enthusiasts.
I know people like this. Me, I’ll use whatever’s at hand, whatever works, whatever’s cheapest. I love the Mac platform but have never been able to afford it for my own personal machines (fortunately I was able to dig deeply into Apple technology at work, and for years attended the Macworld conventions in San Francisco, where I serendipitously encountered some of my favorite music. I’ve never dared navigate the Unix learning curve, despite being told by all my friends that it’s the only way to go. So I’m happy with my core i7 machine, which will probably meet my needs for the foreseeable future. Running Win7 Pro 64, I finally feel as though I have a machine that is really fast enough for everything I care to do. Heck, I can even play Duke Nukem 3D (Forever was a huge disappointment) using the eduke32 port – what more could a man ask for? [1] – and XP is still available as a virtual machine for the few programs that choke at Win7.

One of the earliest iterations of this joke that I’ve seen.

I think this has happened in real life more than once.

A friend of mine in Norway posted this one.
-Did you have your own computer when you were little?
-We didn’t even have the Internet.
-Huh‽
-Why is your iPad so big and clunky? Is it a first generation?
-That’s a TV.
-Huh‽
It’s somewhat disturbing to take note of the fact that there are young people alive today who don’t know a world without the Internet. Problems, of course, are always grist for the humorist’s mill:


Despite Microsoft’s best efforts to manage 1080 lines of operating system code, this still happens:

Fortunately they give their valued users an opportunity to provide feedback:

If you’re not satisfied with the bounteous information provided when things go wrong, you can always call Microsoft Customer Support
Naturally, as the above recording indicates, they will always try to redirect you to their website:

On that note, users who need help need to make sure their tech support agents are competent, and not evil:

Computer humor goes back a long, long way – Byte Magazine enjoyed throwing an April Fool’s advert into their “What’s New” section. Interesting technology from 1981 – can you spot the joke? 
A year earlier, Datamation published a lovely send-up of Poe’s “The Raven” which still resonates with coders of today, even though the architecture has shifted a bit (many versions of this can be found around the internet, but I believe this one is the original).
Of course, many people even today are afraid of technology, and the supermarket rags wasted no time exploiting those fears:

As technology became more mainstream, people needed to learn how to deal with it in everyday situations:

(From Ernie, later The Piranha Club)

Dave Barry had some interesting things to say about technophobes in 1995.
Some were more successful than others:



But students did their best to adapt and take advantage of all technology had to offer:

Working in a software development environment is never easy. There are so many bosses and customers and dotted lines that situations like this are fairly common:

Every new technology has to work the bugs out:

We’ve come a long way since the early days of computing. Moore’s Law[2], outsourcing and competition have done a lot to keep consumer prices on a downward trend (except for Apple, of course):

This state-of-the-art computer from Tandy would cost $15,937.75 in 2013 dollars, according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics. If you wanted to add a 28K Modem, it would only cost you an additional $800.00;

Whereas a 15 Megabyte Hard Drive would set you back $2495.00… plus $495.00 for that “required installation kit.”

Hardware back then was ruddy expensive; that Tandy 5000 would cost $16,004.44 in 2013 dollars, and for that you could buy the best, fastest system available today with every conceivable bell and whistle, and still have enough left over for some nice add-ons.
Today’s internet connection speeds make this seem like stone-age technology (although working for Washington State’s Office of Financial Management in 1980, I was connecting to WASU’s IBM’s over a 300 BAUD AT&T TTY terminal, and felt incredibly blessed when our new TI’s bumped that to 1200 BAUD – all things are relative!) (Keep in mind that my HTC Incredible 2 smartphone, already 5 years old, has a 1 GHz processor, 786MB of ram, and a 32GB memory card that’s smaller than my fingernail, and I paid around $200.00 for it.)
There may come a day when we begin to regret making our computers smarter than we are:

But until that time, we will just have to accept the fact of what computers really are: wonderful servants, but harsh taskmasters.

The Old Wolf has spoken.
[1] Well, maybe smoothly-working versions of all of the Myst series. The first one is a bear to get working in any emulated environment.
[2] Moore’s law simply says that computer power doubles every eighteen months. First stated in 1965 by Gordon Moore, one of the founders of the Intel Corporation, this simple law has helped to revolutionize the world economy, generated fabulous new wealth, and irreversibly altered our way of life. When you plot the plunging price of computer chips and their rapid advancements in speed, processing power, and memory, you find a remarkably straight line going back fifty years. (This is plotted on a logarithmic curve. In fact, if you extend the graph, so that it includes vacuum tube technology and even mechanical hand-crank adding machines, the line can be extended over 100 years into the past.)
Exponential growth is often hard to grasp, since our minds think linearly. It often starts deceptively slowly. It is so gradual that you sometimes cannot experience the change at all. But over decades, it can completely alter everything around us.
According to Moore’s Law, every Christmas your computer games are almost twice as powerful (in terms of memory and processing speed) as they were the previous year. Furthermore, as the years pass, this incremental gain becomes truly monumental. For example, when you receive a birthday card in the mail, it often has a chip which sings “Happy Birthday” to you. Remarkably, that chip has more computer power than all the Allied Forces of 1945. Hitler, Churchill, or Roosevelt might have killed to get that chip. But what do we do with it? After the birthday, we throw the card and chip away. Today, your cell phone has more computer power than all of NASA back in 1969 when it sent two astronauts to the moon. Video games, which consume enormous amounts of computer power to simulate 3D situations, use more computer power than main frame computers of the previous decade. The Sony Playstation of today, which costs $300, has the power of a military supercomputer of 1997, which cost millions of dollars.
-Kaku, Michio, Physics of the Future: How Science Will Shape Human Destiny and Our Daily Lives by the Year 2100.