Yesterday, 03:45 PM
I got an Atari 400 "PC" for my birthday in late November of 1979, and at that time it was literally new to the world, and an uncle of mine walked in on me while I was wrapping my arms around the keyboard on my little desk and slow-kissing the glass of the tiny TV it was connected to, getting it all wet. He turned around immediately and called out to my Mom in a concerned voice. I don't remember what happened next, but they would have had to pry that out of my dead fingers to get it away from me.
I was truly in love with it. I spent hours copying code for games from the book that came with it, and then I would slowly break each game after bored with it, changing miniscule bits of code here and there, but not so that the game would stop running, just tinkering enough to watch the game warp into something else, and sometimes it would get REALLY weird (and awesome). I spent far more time on THAT game then the games themselves.
I was truly in love with it. I spent hours copying code for games from the book that came with it, and then I would slowly break each game after bored with it, changing miniscule bits of code here and there, but not so that the game would stop running, just tinkering enough to watch the game warp into something else, and sometimes it would get REALLY weird (and awesome). I spent far more time on THAT game then the games themselves.
