An application was for employment.
A program was a TV show.
A cursor used profanity. A keyboard was a piano.
Memory was something you lost with age. A CD was a bank account, and if you had a 3 1/2 inch floppy, you hoped nobody found out!
Compress was something you did to...
True true...the only reason I even acknowledge this piece of crap I call a PC. It's died and crashed on me soo many times that I wonder why I still have it every day? Who knows maybe a new one for Christmas eh?