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I Owe My Life to the Commodore 64

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by bruce511

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There was this era in the late 70's and early 80's where this story is ubiquitous. And while we are all in our 50s or later now, it's interesting that we were essentially the "first generation".
When I went to work in the early 90s we were already the "old guys". Out in the real world everyone[1] who could use a computer at all was under 30. And we'd all cut our teeth on Apple 2's and Spectrum and Commodore and BBC and so on.
[1] yes there were folks from before that saw a PDP or whatever but they were rare, and usually either deep in academia or IBM etc.

by kleiba2

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I could probably write a blog post with the opposite title, sth. like "My life got ruined by the Commodore C64". Equally hyperbolic, the narrative would go something like this: I was the exact same child/teen as the guy from the other blog, but the problem from 2026 me is that I got lured into IT through games and BASIC, and now I so wish I had chosen a different career. Alas, it's all I know how to do, and at this point in my life, changing careers is not a viable option.
So, thanks C64!
I still love you, though...

by karmakaze

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Fun nostalgic read (also Korean). I grew up an Atari kid, having spent many hours in arcades and eventually getting an Atari 400 included BASIC, and Asteroids cartridge. No storage not even cassette.
I had friends that had Ataris of course, but also some that had C64s and even a TI-99/4A. The thing in my circle was that the C64 and TI folk were more users and the Atari kids were more hackers, not that there were very many of each at the time. I learned BASIC, machine/assembly, and got into coding and engineering. (One of our pastimes was cracking games just to see how it was protected and see if we could. We'd show off any success amongst ourselves but never distributed as that wasn't the fun part.) I get the feeling that I probably worked for some C64 kids as adults that always seemed to have more of a product or business sense about them than the Atari kids.

by mark_something

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I started a little later with the Commodore 128. I must have spent thousands of hours programming in Basic and assembler. I remember wanting an assembler instead of putting bytes in memory, and saw one in a supermarket when my mom took me shopping, that's how popular computing was then.
It was fun, but primitive, when I learned Pascal at university I was impressed by the functions with a name to which you can pass arguments!

by eggy

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I picked up a book around 1977 on the PDP-11 processor and worked my way through it with pencil and paper to understand the architecture when I was around 13. I saves up my summer job money and bought a used Commodore PET 2001 for ~$700 with cassette drive and 8kb and a green phosphor screen. I later bought an expansion for it that gave me 32kb. The PET's 6502 was simpler, but that DEC handbook and working out registers on paper gave me a strong foundation in computers. I realized computers would only be tools and always managed to take jobs outside of comp. sci. or IT, but always used a computer and programmed utilities for every job I had in any language I fancied at the time and throughout the years: C, Basic, asm (6502, PIC, Scenix, 68000, 8086/88, now ARM/x64), Forth, Lisp (Lush/Lush2 lush-users on Sourceforge with Yann LeCun to get Lush running, APL, J, Logo, Pascal, Factor, Java, Python, F#, now Rust, Odin, and J is still open on my desktop daily). I had in mind how people were talking about high-paying jobs if you learned WordPerfect, and it was "the future" back in 1991-93. I felt people were putting the tool before thought, intelligence, and process. I did dip into DBA and IT here and there for a little bit, but I thoroughly enjoyed writing embedded software for the window animation I was working on for a display company, and interactive prox switches on the store window at Sachs to trigger a pneumatically actuated Nutcracker to raise his arm and close his jaw and other fun kinetic pieces in the late 90s (Pre-Arduino saturation days - Parallax Basic Stamp, Scenix, PIC, and PCBs from scratch by hand with resist and etch). Kids loved pressing the Nutcracker switches! The reason I learned so much was that you had to go to the library, write a letter or eventually by the 90s email and user groups, and just plain figure it out through trial and error on your own. I had a VIC-20, Commodore 128, Amiga 500/1000, then a PowerPC Mac running Mach Linux in the late 90s/early 2000. I loved Commodore. It's a shame. They were the best option for the buck.

by tzot

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Commodore 64 was quite popular in Europe too, but I believe more successful was the Sinclair Spectrum (and some copycats behind the iron curtain). In my case, too, it was the Speccy and later the Sinclair QL, when it got really affordable; I owe my life to the QL :)

by RajT88

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I grew up with a C64, and the story resonated with me. Not as much about getting pirates games to run, but more trying to play the latest games on our old 386 which came after the C64.
A friend of mine said, "PC gaming creates techies". Does it still? I hope so.

by ylee

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I can relate much to the author's experience. I am also a Korean immigrant, with parents who owned a retail business, who grew up in the NYC area with a Commodore 64. I also majored in the liberal arts at an Ivy League school.
I have never been paid to write code, and my formal CS education is limited to AP Computer Science, and a one-credit Java class in college. But my computer background got me hired into tech investment banking out of college, and has shaped every aspect of my life and career. just today I debugged a bash script that is part of the workflow for my one-person business.
Thank you, Commodore.

by tiborsaas

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I can't describe that mystery feeling when getting bunch of random cassette tapes from my cousins with a giant catalog of programs on them, some demos, some games, some wild stuff and just casually browsing them. All I had was a title if I was lucky. Then the fun stuff of calibrating the tape head :) Great memories.

by tanseydavid

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I wanted an Apple II so badly and thought I was getting the short-end-of-the-stick with a C64 but I am so happy (to this day) that my first machine at home was C64.
I still have my tattered C64 Programmer's Reference Guide on my shelf (as well as Programming the 6502 by Rodnay Zaks).

by tverbeure

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The thing that truly changed my life was the Commodore Reference Guide, with schematic, and a book from Data Becker that described the schematic in low level detail. Address decoders, chip selects, tri-state data busses…
I had been reading Elektuur (Elektor for English readers) for years, but never quite understood how computers worked.
That book changed everything, like a giant light bulb switching on. Suddenly I could read all those digital schematics. Digital design was what I wanted to do in life. And I did and still do.

by ergonaught

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Similarish trajectory, and I bought the "new" C64 as soon as it was available and display it proudly. I started with a Vic 20 first (and Gorf), and I learned assembly as soon as I could finish entering all the damn numbers (ie: LADS, via Machine Language for Beginners by Richard Mansfield, the Compute! book), but alllllmost everything in my life is downstream of that Vic 20 and C64.
Loved the ads. Such memories.

by harwoodr

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I bought a C64 ultimate recently as well. I am thoroughly enjoying it and re-learning the eccentricities that all made sense to me back in the 80s...

by tanseydavid

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I am curious how many of you other C64 greybeards got exposed to a language called COMAL (not a typo) on the C64 back in the day?

by mattw2121

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s/Commodore 64/Apple IIe/

by cmrdporcupine

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My parents were too cheap for the C64 and I got the VIC20 instead.
Major bummer. In 20 columns.

by polterguy-hyper

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My first machine was an Oric 1, I was 8 years old, it was 1982 - Never looked back ^_^

by atlanta90210

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Same!

by davidfekke

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Any Vic 20 users?

by jdw64

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I'm curious about something. A lot of older programmers, like Terry Davis who was fairly well known in Korea back in the day, seem to really love the Commodore 64. Is there a reason for that? I'm not from that generation myself. If I had to pick, my nostalgia lies with Windows 95 to 98. So I wonder, what kind of memories does the Commodore hold for the generation of programmers older than me?

by ErroneousBosh

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> These games didn’t come with any instructions, so figuring out how to play them was often a bigger challenge than the game itself.
Ah yes, the "special compilations" on TDK D90s swapped in the playground ;-)

by aa-jv

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1977; I was with my Mum visiting one of her friends. Bored out of my mind I poked around her living room and peeked underneath a cover, expecting to see a typewriter - it was a teletype terminal with the earcup telephone/modem receptacle, a stream of z-paper folds neatly piled up like some holy sacrament, with which my Mums friend was learning computing. She taught me a few commands, which I still remember and use today .. "ls" .. "cd" .. "cc" .. and she showed me a few lines of this 'new powerful language' she was learning, C. It was the first time I saw a printf(), and the precise moment I learned the real difference betweeen a \r and an \n and what it meant to the paper scroll, rolling underneath endlessly.
1978; I travelled with my Dad to a distant outback town to visit one of his clients. While I waited for them to conclude business, a big box arrived, and the client interrupted my Dad to unpack it, with great enthusiasm. We stood by while the styrofoam was spread around the office in a flurry of unpacking and cardboard ripping chaos. The client swept all the paper nonsense off a spare desk onto the floor and promptly plonked down a brand new Commodore Pet. He poked at it a few times, promptly disclaimed "I have no idea what to do with this thing, I just know I need it <chuckle chuckle>..." Dad and the client left me alone for an hour, and I spent my time typing every single weird character I could, learning how the shift and Commodore keys worked, eventually drawing a weird maze on the screen, which I recognized much later on in my youth as what could have been the beginnings of an RPG-like map.
1980; I was a bit delinquent at a local posh college, supposed to be applying myself to my homework; instead, I followed my fellow classmates with excitement, at the end of the school day, to the local "Computer Age" shop, which had just opened up in our local neighborhood (Claremont, Perth, Western Australia) .. and there, touched my first Apple II, and then Atari 800, computers. I spent so much time after school in that shop, learning BASIC on both systems, that the salesman eventually gave me my first 5.4" floppy disc, to save all the work on in between visits. I still have that floppy, buried in the depths of some book I also value highly. Somewhere.
1982; My regular jaunts around the shopping district of Subiaco took me to every single newsstand in the suburb, and then the Tandy store, and then to my mates place, who had just gotten himself a C64 - which, much to my dismay, couldn't read the code off my Apple II 5.4" floppy, nor would it allow me to just type it all in and RUN it without a hefty serving of pokes. Nevertheless, for a little while (before my mate started getting games in the mail from his British cousins), he and I would spend our weekends porting BASIC listings from the endless magazine piles we'd collected, to the C64 - my first serious cross-platform porting project, an activity and set of experiences which led to MUCH greater success a few years later in my career.
1983; my Dad had finally agreed to get me my first computer, but it was not without great conditions - I had to work at least 4 hours every weekend with him, carting rubbish and bricks and detritous around various building sites he had his hands on, and .. we had to drive to Melbourne (from Perth) to get it, since it would be an opportunity for some quality family time vacation, as well as providing a considerable discount, since my Dad knew the computer importer who was bringing the machines to Australia. And so it was, after a 4 day trip across the Nullabor Plain, I was loaded up with an Oric-1 and a couple of cassette tapes, which I promptly plugged into every single cheap television set I could find on the way back home. Somewhere out there on the Nullabor, was a hotel TV with "Ready" burned into its screen. That was me. That was the end of quality family time on the Nullabor plain too - nobody in my family had the foggiest clue what I was doing to burn those Ready's into the screens.
1987; I have by now become an Assembly programmer and a budding C hacker, and knew far too much about anything to be bothered continuing with my studies, so I drop out of high school and get myself a job on the only electronics assembly production line in Western Australia, at that time, at first stringing endless marine cable harnesses, then touching up a near endless stream of clothes-iron temperature controllers as they pour through the wave solder, and then eventually I get to touch-up the box full of Australias first home-grown modem product - which didn't work, until me and the hardware guys realized there was not enough space between various components near the connectors - necessitating a redesign, a failed schedule, and an abandoned project as the designers gave up in light of the fierce competition from Singapore and Hong Kong and so on. Well, I at least got a patched-up PCB to play with, and with that I taught myself how to write a MODEM driver - first for CP/M, the only operating system available to me at the factory, and then .. when I showed other engineers in the lab that it could actually work, for MS-DOS, on the brand new PC the factory bought for the purpose of demonstrating the one Australian modem that was ever made in Perth. I got paid handsomely for that project, my first proper terminate and stay resident program ...
1988; I arrive in Los Angeles, California, my skills having sharpened enough to cut my teeth on writing an undelete program for the funky proprietary filesystem that Progress/4GL was using to bypass all the OS cruft that got in the way of performance. Astonished that I'd gotten it working (it was easy), the company offered me another project, and then another, and then another .. and after a year, with a litany of things under my belt - a multimedia engine that made fancy graphics on CGA and EGA (and eventually VGA) without requiring additional artist fart'ery, I was ready for more. Always another adventurous thing to write/compile/build/run/test/debug. And so it was, one beautiful glorious afternoon, a brand new MIPS Magnum pizzabox showed up on my desktop, far from the operations room I'd usually have to card my way into, halon emergency mask lessons and all, and suddenly .. I was a Unix/C programmer, and I had daemons to write, systems integrity to check, and a whole set of legacy terminal-based software to port. I need another terminal, but wasn't getting one until I actually wrote the terminal, on the brand new PC that I was also using, less enthusiastically. I wrote the terminal, I used it to log on to my MIPS box, I gained access to the ops room from a grand distance.
1990; BBS'es had my eyeballs pretty much glued to the screen, day and night, and from this it was a short step onto the Internet. I spend every moment of free time parsing USENET, downloading code, getting it to work on my pizzabox, sharpening and refining things, such that my boss just gave me endless challenges to complete - no longer doubting that it would happen, but rather expecting it.
1994; I participate in building the technical backbone of one of America's biggest ISP's at the time, and after a few weeks of hair-on-fire T1 configurations, modem-bank alignments, DNS and USENET server setups, I sit back, turn on the wire tap, and watch as a veritable firehose onslaught of daily new customers from all over Southern California spend 95% of their newly gained online time, downloading porn. (Oh, and I subscribe to minix-list to get me some hot Unix action on my mostly-useless 486, and as soon as Linus' little project hit funet.fi, I am hooked, line and sinker, as a Linux developer.)
2000; I'm burned out, I have a room full of SGI gear, and too much money. Motorbikes, Hollywood girlfriends, trips all over the country. I decide, its time to make synthesizers.
2001; I move to Germany to work for one of Germany's greatest synth companies, and spend my idle time in the Ruhrgebiet learning German and writing firmware loaders, USB drivers, and other such mundane things. I make a lot of cruddy synthesizer music, I learn how Germans party, I find myself far too many distractions.
...
2026; I'm sitting here in Austria, surrounded by 40 years of computing history, which still works just as it ever did over the decades. I can count my productive, shipped userbase for various big commercial projects literally in terms of millions, accrued over the decades, but all I really wanna do is hack on 80's computers and make them valuable again.
I've introduced 40,000+ folks in Vienna to the concept of retrocomputing, giving them hands-on time with machines many of them have never heard of, let alone considered worthy of attention .. a pimped out ZX Spectrum 128+, an Amstrad CPC6128, and an Oric Atmos - each with peripherals designed and built in the 21st Century, to bring each machine up to date with such things as USB storage, class drivers for mice and serial lines, and brand new display capabilities. The microcontrollers in these peripherals are many thousands of times more powerful than the original Z80/6502 CPU's in the 40 year old computers they are serving bytes to, but this doesn't matter any more. The only thing that matters is the fact that there are still brand new software titles being written for these machines every single day. Yes, the Oric Atmos gets new stuff, the Speccie and the Amstrad too of course, and .. any day now .. the Atmos will have a browser, surf the web, download software - finally catching up with its peers in terms of capabilities.
What a wonderful journey its been. One day, all of these machines will find other eyes and hands to entertain, but until then .. I hack on. And on. With dreams of the Nullabor journey still etched in my mind, a never to disappear "Ready" prompt floating in front my eyeballs, its time to read a bit more Hacker News, dig into some of the great repos' from todays preening, and build some stuff.

by luciana1u

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