Ah, remember when ... A computer was something on TV from a science fiction show, a window was something you hated to clean, and ram was the cousin of a goat. Meg was the name of my girlfriend, and gig was a job for the night. Now they all mean different things, and that really mega bytes. An application was for employment, a program was a TV show, a cursor used profanity, a keyboard was a piano. Memory was something that you lost with age, a CD was a bank account, and if you had a 3-1/2" floppy, you hoped nobody found out. Compress was something you did to the garbage, not something you did to a file; and if you unzipped anything in public, you'd be in jail for a while. Log on was adding wood to the fire, hard drive was a long trip on the road, a mouse pad was where a mouse lived, and a backup happened to your toilet. Cut you did with a pocket knife. Paste you did with glue; A web was a spider's home, and a virus was the flu. I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper, and the memory in my head. I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash, but when it happens they wish they were dead.