Exciting posts are on the way. But, for the moment, here's a story based on something I rediscovered this morning.
One day in the early '80s my dad lugged a personal computer through the door, which, as early as it sounds, was a long time coming. Our bookshelves were already loaded with code books and program guides, my dad had been part of a local computer club and long before that was involved in amateur radio. Whatever had circuit boards, colored wires and blinking lights had a place in our home (bombs excluded) and although I, at the time our first PC starting glowing, wasn't conscious of all the intricacies, I knew we were a computer nerd family.
Jumping to an evening in the mid '90s, I was, I dunno, working on homework or something while my dad immersed himself in a PBS special called "Triumph of the Nerds," which chronicled the rise of the home computing industry, highlighted its quirks and introduced us to the nerds whose mornings-to-midnights were/are comprised of nothing but producing computer code and the process of steadily eliminating the whites of their eyes. I became immersed after seeing a very familiar t-shirt. Pay attention, it's right off the bat: