There was a time when the only subscriptions were the local newspaper and your favourite magazine. It was beautiful, a much simpler time. A golden age that we never even realized was a golden age until it was over, and now we can only look back with mourning for the loss of what was and what could have been, while we struggle with machinery of modernity the grinds us all down. Sorry, what was your question again?
Just bought a printer and ink came with it. When it ran out you bought more ink once and that was it. No accounts no locks no subscriptions no printer deciding it won’t print because a color is low. It was boring and it worked.
Back in those days, people didn't even have printers in their houses because they didn't have computers. But the printer ink they had at school was all purple and came in huge metal cans, and when you held the printed papers up to your face, it smelled REALLY good.
I would consider getting a home printer again if scented paper was a thing. And I’m not talking about spritzing the paper with cologne/perfume before loading it into the printer.
She's quite right. Back then, if you wanted a printed copy of a book, you'd have to go down to your local monastery and hire a monk to copy it for you. It would take 2-3 years, and every few months the monk would drop by to complain about running out of magenta ink.
Everything was black and white, so all ink looked the same and nobody knew why magenta ink was so expensive. But the monks insisted on using it anyway.
It was beautiful, Calvin. It was wonderful, a land of milk and honey, or at least of cheap knockoff printer ink. And it could come again, or at least, it could come again if SOMEONE permitted me to buy a laser printer.
It was glorious. My father would go to Menards, and there was this pallet of rebate. Everything on the pallet had a rebate equal to the cost, in the end, your cost was just a stamp, an envelope, and sales tax.
One day, dad saw over 20 deskjet printers for sale for $40, and a rebate of $40. So he bought them all. he then hooked one up to his computer, when it ran out of ink, just just tossed it in in the trash and unboxed another printer and used it. Never had to learn how to change a cartridge. Life was so much simpler back then.
They say that you’re never truly dead until you’re forgotten, but then you’re not alive either. That’s why kids used to die so young: no one remembered them.
Back then, printer ink was really expensive. But printers were cheap. You could actually save money on ink by buying a new printer every time you ran out.
There was a time when the only subscriptions were the local newspaper and your favourite magazine. It was beautiful, a much simpler time. A golden age that we never even realized was a golden age until it was over, and now we can only look back with mourning for the loss of what was and what could have been, while we struggle with machinery of modernity the grinds us all down. Sorry, what was your question again?
Mom! Dad is saying sad things again!
Just bought a printer and ink came with it. When it ran out you bought more ink once and that was it. No accounts no locks no subscriptions no printer deciding it won’t print because a color is low. It was boring and it worked.
Ahh the good old days….
Back in those days, people didn't even have printers in their houses because they didn't have computers. But the printer ink they had at school was all purple and came in huge metal cans, and when you held the printed papers up to your face, it smelled REALLY good.
I would consider getting a home printer again if scented paper was a thing. And I’m not talking about spritzing the paper with cologne/perfume before loading it into the printer.
She's quite right. Back then, if you wanted a printed copy of a book, you'd have to go down to your local monastery and hire a monk to copy it for you. It would take 2-3 years, and every few months the monk would drop by to complain about running out of magenta ink.
But but but, everything was in basically black ink back then no?
Everything was black and white, so all ink looked the same and nobody knew why magenta ink was so expensive. But the monks insisted on using it anyway.
It was beautiful, Calvin. It was wonderful, a land of milk and honey, or at least of cheap knockoff printer ink. And it could come again, or at least, it could come again if SOMEONE permitted me to buy a laser printer.
It was glorious. My father would go to Menards, and there was this pallet of rebate. Everything on the pallet had a rebate equal to the cost, in the end, your cost was just a stamp, an envelope, and sales tax.
One day, dad saw over 20 deskjet printers for sale for $40, and a rebate of $40. So he bought them all. he then hooked one up to his computer, when it ran out of ink, just just tossed it in in the trash and unboxed another printer and used it. Never had to learn how to change a cartridge. Life was so much simpler back then.
You could print ONE page without a dramatic speech.
They say that you’re never truly dead until you’re forgotten, but then you’re not alive either. That’s why kids used to die so young: no one remembered them.
Redactions were real.
Back then, printer ink was really expensive. But printers were cheap. You could actually save money on ink by buying a new printer every time you ran out.