In 2010, when it looked like everybody was on Facebook and was expected to be there, I signed up to a D* pod. Posting, liking, exchanging for so many years with not so many users, granted, but interesting, selected ones, on topics that matter to me (photography and history at the time). Lots of flaws and missing features, but a pleasant experience altogether. Still there and not on Facebook in 2025.

The year is 2K. Young and cool developers (like I was then) associate to work on even cooler open source solutions. This does not please megamogul Steve Gates, I mean Gary Winston (Tim Robbins), who would gladly embrace and extend the young talents and their genius pieces of code into the megaproject of his megacorp. What's not to love?

So now Pamela Anderson is a state actress?

Actually this sounds like the tunes commonly used in every sci-fi show I used to watch in my childhood. You know... the kind that's supposed to thrill you with that great wonder vibe when scrolling through starry SPAAACE!!!

The Eye: the civil engineering company owned by Sauron.
The Connector: an educational game for toddlers (or Google’s next-gen QR code)
Open Butt(on): Napster, Return of the Vengeance.
Protocol: every time I look at it, I have this urge to hit the backspace key. Three times.
Wireframe World: nice cover for a 1980 Darkwave EP (so I guess I would go with it -- by default).
The Impossible M: MS Paint, of course. On MS Windows 2.0.
Flik Flak: sorry, I just can’t imagine anything such a design would even remotely suit.

The first part he played that comes to my mind, even before any of his HP performances, is Juliet Stevenson's not-so-dead cello-playing husband in this movie.

Memories of long lines of early adopters spreading outside stores (I wasn't one). The unnerving Rolling Stones gimmick. Apple's shenanigans (back then, M$ was evil and Apple were the good guys --how naive we were...). It's not before a whole year later that I got a beta version from a buddy of mine and gave it a try. Believe it or not, I'd make it through the following years with the same Beta, which would run fine except for a necessary reinstall roughly once a year. Yes, once a year, all over again with the little drum dialog box. I must have been too lazy to consider upgrading to a (allegedly) stabler W98. When I bought a more powerful beast in 2001, I went straight to W2K and thoroughly enjoyed the First Decent Microsoft OS. I still have my old little Pentium box stacked somewhere, the impish little Beta OS still sleeping on its harddrive.

Should enjoy NYSE, 11 Wall Street, NYC, for a while, and be driven straight to there in limousine, no need to bother innocent subway commuters.

Damn Bono, you made coffee run down my nose!

I admit I've never got over Quicken 98 for my personal finance management--still up and running, whether I boot Win7 or Mint. If Win7 is booted when it happens, I'll probably be found dead with Winamp playing in the background; never found a satisfying equivalent, now hardly bothering looking for any replacement. I've long clung to UltraEdit 9, but ultimately let it go for npp once it got the column mode all right. Oh, and I try to stay vi-trained, just in case... As for hardware, I still go running with my tiny Cowon D2, that easily outperforms my Android phone on sound quality, and doesn't take so much pocket place.

With Gladiator and Kingdom of Heaven, Ridley Scott has already proved himself a great revisionist anyway.

As an amateur who has kept the analog way for long, now a happy digital shooter with little interest in the lab alchemy, I understand people still attracted to "old school" photography. In the club I attend, there are a few young adults who regularly sign up for the darkrooms. A student I talked with told me that, even with his limited budget, he was happy to afford second-hand medium format analog cameras -- and other once-pricey toys now discarded by pros. Also, because of the scarcity of film and chemicals, he felt compelled to carefully think out his setup or composition before shooting, which made him quickly progress. In this case, old school may be a good school.

Well, I'm absolutely not related to this great pilot, I wasn't even born when he took his giant step, yet... As a guy whose first (and of course unfulfilled) vocation at 6 yo was astronaut (sorry, firemen, you're still too close to the ground), who watched documentaries on space and astronautics over and over again, who attended an astronomy club at 14, who had a large poster of the man in situ above the bed (I know, it was Aldrin actually), and whose most notable deed in the domain was helping in ruining an innocent bystander's crocodile shoes after a hazardous SaturnV model rocket launch... call me stupid but today, I feel a bit like an orphan.

'nuff said, they know their job.