When you walked into the darkroom and booted up the computer, it called up the last number generated. You gave the job a name too, and you got a whopping TEN characters to use.
There was a darkroom set up to run 8x10 negatives for the large commercial customer stuff. I didn't print that. My...
The first computers I ever worked on were Radio Shack TRS80s ("trash 80"). They had (2) 5.25" floppy drives.
They ran the printing program in the dark room. You set up the negative, entered the RGB numbers the analyzer gave you, and fiddled with the magenta and yellow dichroic filters till it...
My great Aunt Lou called me "kid." She told me she hoped that was all right; she had so many grand kids/nieces/nephews that sometimes she couldn't remember their names.
She had Oreo cookies, which my mother never bought, so yeah, it was ok with me if she called me kid. :gig
I never thought of myself as good looking. Someone told my mom that she thought I "had kind eyes." I looked at myself differently after that.
I notice eyes in other people when I meet them. Windows of the soul, after all.
Inner beauty is the only beauty worth aspiring to, IMO.
Beautiful...
I don't do apps. I do not scan QR codes. I don't do the Mperks the local store offers.
I don't bank online, either. I get my paper statement in the mail and balance my checkbook with a calculator.
That makes me cool since I was ... 16? I knew I wasn't cool, didn't fit in, and that was about the age I said the heck with it. It ain't never gonna work, so I'll concentrate on other things.
Where I live, it'll take 15-20 minutes for an ambulance to get to my house. If it's serious, yeah, I could be dead before they get there.
But I'm not living my life based on a possible emergency that might or might not ever happen someday. I live out here for the here and now.
My sister was the incompetent housekeeper. She did it on purpose? I think her strategy was to do it really badly so that mom got exasperated and didn't have her do it so that she herself would have to redo it.
Hubby gets that on occasion now. Remember, there are 4 stages to Santa Claus:
You believe in Santa Claus.
You don't believe in Santa Claus.
You are Santa Claus.
You look like Santa Claus.