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History
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Via Reddit: The precise moment at which the Internet became a medium for the delivery of porn. History!

Oops
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A fun story from "Proggit" (as the cool kids are calling it nowadays) about the early days of computing, and how one guy made us wait an extra 15 years for the computer revolution.

The software that eventually arrived (late) to kick off that revolution, VisiCalc, was the first (computerised) spreadsheet. It gave a Californian garage-based toy-making business its big break, and the rest is history. If you fancy seeing what it was like, and you have a machine that can run DOS (*ahem*) then you can go to the wonderful Dan Bricklin's website and download the PC-DOS version. Be careful, though - it's a hefty twenty-seven kilobyte download, so at normal 300 baud modem speeds, it will take a while...

MuShot
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Years and years ago, at parties I used to go to, the One Shot was a standard fixture. In those pre-(ubiquitous-)internet days, it was a computer in a corner with a word processor running. During the course of the party, people would sit down at the computer and write things: snippets of overheard conversation, random blather, the complete history of the Democratic People's Republic of Upper Spidulstani, and much much more. One Shots even survived the introduction of the Dvorak layout on [info]politas's computer, although the typos were even more inventive during that dark time. I kept a couple of them -- they're somewhere on my backup CDs, I really should find them -- and they were great fun. Very surreal.

I thought about writing a program to handle One Shots, and I even came up with a name: Mu Shot, from the Jargon-Filish definition of Mu meaning something like "that question is unasked". I got thinking tonight about how such a beast would work, and what it would need to do in order to be better than a mere word-processor. Here's what I came up with:

For a start, we need a computer with a webcam. Any time a new user sits down at the computer, they pose for a headshot, and they get to pick some colours and fonts for their particular contributions. From then on, every time they want to make a contribution, they can pick their picture from the mugshot gallery and begin.

An individual contribution is a bit of text. There's no limit on size, but perhaps on time: you leave it for too long without typing something and your contribution is considered done. Contributions are marked with the author's identity and the time and date, and presented in their preferred fonts and colours. You can't go back and edit your contributions; typos and errors are considered part of the historical gestalt; no revisionism allowed!

The program steals control of the computer (much easier in Windows; don't know if that's possible in Linux). No using the computer for games, web browsing and other trivia when the Mu Shot is in progress. The owner of the system has the password, and no nasty rebooting the machine mid-party.

Finally, there are rules on how much any one contributor can do. The program isn't afraid to be rude to people who spend too much time in Mu-Shotting and not enough in getting drunk and snogging ill-advised strangers, as is traditional at parties. The personality can be adjusted by the owner, ranging from the polite to the crotchetty and everywhere in between.


It'd be pretty simple, actually. I wonder if anyone would use it -- or have teh intertubes killed the One Shot forever?

Edited to add: [info]arthwollipot reminds me that anonymity is a useful feature. So perhaps there should be a separate contributor account called "Anonymous Erythrophobe" that contributors can choose any time they want to contribute anonymously.

Understand the 1980s
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It's important for the young whipper-snappers to understand that computer games weren't always hi-res colour and surround sound. In my day, we didn't have any of that, but we got by.

And get the hell off my lawn!

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