This is pretty amazing.  The virtual animation that goes into games and movies blow my mind.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFZazwvYc5o#t=2114

Quote from: taxed on August 22, 2014, 09:12:32 AM
This is pretty amazing.  The virtual animation that goes into games and movies blow my mind.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFZazwvYc5o#t=2114

Wow!  If I were only 50 years younger.   

Quote from: walkstall on August 22, 2014, 05:27:05 PM
Wow!  If I were only 50 years younger.   

Me too.  It is mind blowing the tools available for free right now that I used to dream about when I was young.

Quote from: taxed on August 25, 2014, 03:21:23 PM
Me too.  It is mind blowing the tools available for free right now that I used to dream about when I was young.

Hehe. When I was a senior in high school, I took a class called Advanced Mathematics, a generic-sounding name if you didn't know the curriculum. This was the MOTHER of math classes, and I had already taken two years of algebra and a year of geometry. AM was all that was left.

The teacher's name was Mrs. Peiffer, but she had been known until recently as 'Bull Curry,' after the star of the pre-WWF 'Big-Time Wrestling' shows. (Her maiden name was Curry, and she had not long before married another teacher named Peiffer.) She was... an Amazon beauty. Over six feet tall, well built, long legs and arms, pretty face, big brown eyes, jet-black straight hair down to her waist... and one mean disposition. I'd had her before, and knew she brooked no bullshit.

The first day of that class, Mrs. Peiffer gave a little speech describing what she expected -- and would, by God, receive -- in the way of performance from her students. Out of twenty-some students in the class, all the cream of the crop and college-bound, exactly three owned one of the new whiz-bang digital pocket calculators. (I didn't have one, and of course hated the kids that did. My weapon was a yellow-painted aluminum Pickett slide-rule stowed in a black fake-leather sheath.) She explained to the class that she was all for the new advances in hand-held calculators, and those students who owned them would be permitted to use them all they wanted to do their classwork and homework.

But when test time came, she said, those devices would be on her desk before the tests were passed out, and would remain there until all the tests were handed in.

The reason I didn't have one of those marvels back then was because I didn't want one and I didn't care about one and I couldn't afford one. Well actually I could afford one, but I just didn't. In those days (1973), a five-function (+,-,X,/, plus square root) digital hand-held calculator cost over $80, and the red LED display ate 9V batteries like candy. (No alkalines in those days.) At the time, gasoline was selling for maybe 32 cents a gallon, and I was working after school for $1.60/hour. My girlfriend waited tables in the same place and got $1/hour plus tips.

Long story getting ever longer... times have changed a right smart. A few years after that, I could have invested a few hundred bucks in Nike or Reebok on the OTC market, and retired a few years later, a very wealthy man. These days, I'm looking to invest in time travel.

Quote from: TboneAgain on August 25, 2014, 06:33:47 PM
Hehe. When I was a senior in high school, I took a class called Advanced Mathematics, a generic-sounding name if you didn't know the curriculum. This was the MOTHER of math classes, and I had already taken two years of algebra and a year of geometry. AM was all that was left.

The teacher's name was Mrs. Peiffer, but she had been known until recently as 'Bull Curry,' after the star of the pre-WWF 'Big-Time Wrestling' shows. (Her maiden name was Curry, and she had not long before married another teacher named Peiffer.) She was... an Amazon beauty. Over six feet tall, well built, long legs and arms, pretty face, big brown eyes, jet-black straight hair down to her waist... and one mean disposition. I'd had her before, and knew she brooked no bullshit.

The first day of that class, Mrs. Peiffer gave a little speech describing what she expected -- and would, by God, receive -- in the way of performance from her students. Out of twenty-some students in the class, all the cream of the crop and college-bound, exactly three owned one of the new whiz-bang digital pocket calculators. (I didn't have one, and of course hated the kids that did. My weapon was a yellow-painted aluminum Pickett slide-rule stowed in a black fake-leather sheath.) She explained to the class that she was all for the new advances in hand-held calculators, and those students who owned them would be permitted to use them all they wanted to do their classwork and homework.

But when test time came, she said, those devices would be on her desk before the tests were passed out, and would remain there until all the tests were handed in.

The reason I didn't have one of those marvels back then was because I didn't want one and I didn't care about one and I couldn't afford one. Well actually I could afford one, but I just didn't. In those days (1973), a five-function (+,-,X,/, plus square root) digital hand-held calculator cost over $80, and the red LED display ate 9V batteries like candy. (No alkalines in those days.) At the time, gasoline was selling for maybe 32 cents a gallon, and I was working after school for $1.60/hour. My girlfriend waited tables in the same place and got $1/hour plus tips.

Long story getting ever longer... times have changed a right smart. A few years after that, I could have invested a few hundred bucks in Nike or Reebok on the OTC market, and retired a few years later, a very wealthy man. These days, I'm looking to invest in time travel.

How did the calculator kids do?