#The Computer Chronicles

[firehair12000]

Watching Computer Chronicles covering CES 1997 (as you do). 56k Modems the talk of the town! This part just really tickled me though where everyone was trying to figure out hey we have TVs and PCs... we must be able to merge these things. Also watching TV on your PC monitor? That'll never work!

[never-obsolete]

Computer Chronicles - Internet (1995)

[autumngracy]

Anybody else out here watch episodes of The Computer Chronicles on Youtube as like, some kind of weird retro tech comfort show

[raterinarose]

cursed computer chronicles

[mistymonster]

[connorsnothereeither]

For sillies, a list of some of the most weirdly specific and unexpectedly most tedious things I’ve soundscaped/edited across various projects recently:

Rae Morningstar eating a chilli

A car automatically making a martini whilst taking part in a high speed chase

Someone opening the door of a college dorm room while holding a box of belongings

A baby avian-human hybrid failing to learn how to fly and getting caught by their sibling before they both crash into the ground

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

How Rangi woke up every day in the Earth Kingdom before she bagged Kyoshi:

[never-obsolete]

Computer Chronicles - Windows 98

[poetpony6890]

Kit coming home drunk and trying to untie his shoes so he doesn’t make any noise

Jem coming out from the door: What do you think you’re doing?

Kit: I snuck out and I was trying to get back in without waking anyone up

Jem: then stop leaning on the doorbell!

[never-obsolete]

Computer Chronicles - Internet Showcase Special Part 1 (2000)

[hallowedhaunting]

Miami emerged like an apparition from the brume as the airplane split the storm clouds. Rows and rows of shimmering city lights obsessed every window. Main roads like glowing veins cut into the land. The Venetian Causeway a great pulsating worm. The matchbox cars congesting the roadways, the pastel palaces shining in Biscayne Bay, the palm trees gravid and trembling with moisture.

The plane banked. Beyond Miami. Beyond the black strip of sea. And at last to the island instead, which shone like a heavenly body in the dark, which filled Daniel with dread and longing so intense even the airplane cocktails she’d consumed did little to dent it. Her hands were already trembling. She balled them into fists, breathing shallowly through her nose, and when the plane collided with the runway it ricocheted through her like a gunshot. 

Home sweet home. 

No one was waiting at the airport when Daniel disembarked. No slick black automobile idling along the curb. The air was so thick with wet it felt alive. The rain was angry when she stepped out from beneath the concrete overhang. Her hair was flat against her skull in an instant. Her clothes were plastered in the next.

Then she was running.

Past the crowded boardwalk, past the lush modern storefronts, past the nightclubs that were seductive with promise even now. Into the thick artificial heart of it— through the steel and glass, the luxury at the slightest suggestion, the music humming always softly, maddeningly. Into their private domain. And then the door was flying back, and Daniel’s sneakers were screeching against the tile, and every sense in her body stood at rigid and desperate attention. 

Standing by the window was Armand. 

She was burnished by the street lamps, half bathed in golden light, half washed in shadow. Armand with the girlish figure in the cable-knit sweater and wool skirt, Armand with the dark circle glasses, Armand with the lipstick in deep sanguine— the lipstick she loved to cover Daniel in before the real blood broke to stain her skin. Armand sublime and despicable. Daniel lowered her chin even as she dripped onto the immaculate floor. 

“You son of a bitch,” Daniel spat. “You just wanted to see me run to you, didn’t you?”

“No, Daniel.” Such a low, measured voice from such a small throat. “The plane arrived earlier than expected. The sun only set moments ago.”

“Ah, but you’re still enjoying it, aren’t you?”

Armand said nothing. She was merely the high fashion manikin, the dozens of imitations which Daniel had rushed past in her headlong pursuit. Hadn’t Daniel noticed the still-darkening sky as the plane descended? No, she was too lost in the disorientation of it— in the rush in every sinew of her body as she hurtled closer and closer to her little death. 

And here it was at last. 

[AO3]

[quohotos]

I feel like nibblers would absolutely LOVE computers if they ever got the chance to try one out

So I drew a nibbler trying to learn how to code on a Macintosh plus. His name is Heuristic

[never-obsolete]

Sony AIBO Computer Chronicles - Computer Buyers Guide (2000)

[ourladyofsxrrows]

starting to refer to the whole kitty arc in tda as “the summer of like 2.0”