MOF wrote:I hope you don’t need to record anything with a microphone, many a perfect take ruined by the compressor switching on.
When I was a kid I was starting to dabble with programming on the Spectrum, and at 13 I had gotten my hands to my first assembler (I think it was Gens3m2), and I was happily spending my evenings coding a version of Frogger in Z80, since at that age I wasn't allowed to be out late.
Now the Spectrum, me being 13, was on my desk, in the room I shared with my sister, together with a small black and white portable CRT TV. Once a week or so I would bring the computer to my uncle in another flat in the building. He had a color TV, and I could take notes on how the colors I'd chosen looked like.
Since we had a small house and the room for me and my sister had been produced by minimizing what was originally the kitchen, the house fridge was just nearby my desk.
It had been cladded by the same light beige laminate that the rest of the furniture was made of, so it wasn't too conspicuous. And of course at that age neither me nor my sister had been asked for an opinion. God bless my mother, she'd done the best she could with the space she had.
The little detail was, however, that the wall socket I was using was shared by the Spectrum power supply, the television cable.. and the fridge.
I think that my deep and detailed knowledge of the workings of the Z80 CPU by the age of 14 came from the incredible amount of practice in re-writing code which had been wiped out by a ZOT! from the fridge compressor at the wrong moment - and re-writing it fast, to be able to save it to a new cassette before it got zapped again.
Fridges are character-building. :)