@kdfrawg They made wonderful things to fling in the air, stick in a drop ceiling a story and a half up, wait for our service manager to go into the room then slam the door so he was pelted by dozens of CDs from above.
// @matigo @phoneboy @skematica
@matigo …the 16 bit version would not work if you had more than a gig of RAM. The memory free reported was a negative number due to overflow.
@matigo I hated it a little less when one of the developers slipped me a patched copy of the resource editor compiled 32 bit instead or 16.
@matigo My big realization was the sterility bit. There's nothing personal or intimate with electronic documentation. It's why I've been feeling so disconnected from what I do.
@larand It wasn't quite that bad when my grandfather owned it. Mostly WWII vets and a few rougher sorts. That neighborhood has taken a nosedive over the years though (the whole town has).
// @kdfrawg
@kdfrawg Apparently is still around and there's a Yelp review..
"Seriously shady place in a seriously shady neighborhood. Lock your car doors and keep your purse/wallet close. Not joking…wish I were.
This place used to be my stomping ground as a young adult. We only went because a friends aunt was the bartender, otherwise, I would've been frightened. It's a beer only establishment with very few seats and a pool table. Lots of regulars kind of hang out there. Not a hip-hop bar. Mostly southern rock and country music. (Think dirty redneck bar) Pretty laid back once you hang there a few times, but that first visit will probably throw you into shock. Not for the faint of heart. Also not for someone expecting a clean establishment.
Visited May 2015"
Sounds about right.
@kdfrawg My grandfather owned, at one time, a Dew Drop Inn. Had that sort of vibe. A lot of bikers mixed in with his war buddies.