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Big Blue Reader in the 21st Century By This article is not intended to be a comprehensive re-stating of the manual – rather it is a series of hints and tips about things that may not be obvious when using the program, to help the user avoid some of the pitfalls that serve to frustrate and delay the conversion process. 1. Use standard ASCII translation 2. Use screen code 3. Format 1571 disk I have also converted Commodore programs that were downloaded from a BBS via a MS-DOS computer. Such downloads can’t be executed on a PC, but they can be converted to Commodore format and then should run normally on a C64 or whatever computer they were written for. DISCLAIMER:
I have not and will not in this lifetime tested all the possible
conversion procures, Commodore programs, and Windows programs that might
be involved in using Big Blue Reader. Follow the standard rules and
always back up your files before doing anything new with them. Test your
results before spending a lot of time on one part of the project. Send
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David “Lord Ronin” Mohr – a Tribute by Robert Bernardo “Ow!
Dave, you're making me laugh too much.” For the next 3 ½ hours, Dave and I
had our own MossyCon, the others having attended the day before.
His eyes would light up with every Commodore computer I pulled
out of my car – PET 2001, PET 4032, PET 8032, modded SX-64, Amiga
CD-32. “If you don't want to take that back
to Years and years.... Fast forward to MossyCon 5 in 2009, a
different venue – the Moose Lodge in “I think it was 2001, Dave.” “No, Robert, it was before you knew
Jeri Ellsworth.” “You know... you're right, Dave,”
and we determined it was from the late 1990's.
I seemed to think it was from 1998 or 1999 when I first visited
his Amiga-Commodore User Group on the way back from a visit to the Amiga
computer dealer, Wonder Computers, in Ten years of visits to him in When the annual Commodore Vegas Expo
started in 2005, I dreamt of methods to get him to He did tell me about having a table at
the annual Portland Orycon event, a role-playing gamers
convention. Though in
later years he boycotted the show, during the times he did go to it, he
spoke favorably of it where he would dress up, talk RPG, promote
Commodore computers, and espouse the Klingon way.
Yeah, Dave was a fan of the Star Trek original series.
When he found out about my taking sides with Starfleet, he looked
at me and sniffed half-seriously, “Staaarfleeeet...” Dave could throw out a choice phrase
in Klingon when needed. For
that matter, Dave could blurt out choice phrases in British English,
German, and Yiddish. And the
speed with which he could turn a phrase would always amaze me. “Dave, how should I respond to this
person who is bugging me?” “Robert, this is what you say...”
Needless to say, now I have a quick response in German. Dave could appropriately modulate his
voice, too, being a former radio disc jockey.
He would turn on his radio voice and read a line from his radio
station, and I would be properly impressed. One
thing he couldn't do was communicate in Spanish at a Mexican restaurant.
I had to teach him. “Robert, how do you say, 'I'm
Jewish. I cannot eat
pork.'?” “This is the way, Dave.
Say, 'Soy judio. No
puedo comer cerdo.'” Dave loved his many and varied pet
cats. It didn't matter to
him whether they slept on top of the Commodore keyboards or on his lap.
He would rescue those he could and rehabilitate them.
Every time I visited his house, I had to be aware of where the
cats were for fear of stepping on them or for fear of them jumping on
me. Dave took great pleasure
in my discomfort. “That one, Robert, has especially
sharp claws.” I would then huddle on a chair with
books, boxes, or computer parts covering my lap.
When he found out about my preferring dogs, he looked at me and
sniffed half-seriously, “Doooogs...” It was only last year I found out that
Dave was a prisoner of war in the He was a fan of other movies and t.v.
shows, especially British t.v. shows – Red Dwarf, Monty Python, Dr.
Who, Gerry Anderson shows like UFO, and his supreme favorite, the
Prisoner. When he found out
that I would be visiting He enjoyed the souvenirs I brought to
him from the The last Peter and I saw Dave was on
our mid-June visit to Now I can only listen to that little
part of him captured on my MossyCon videos.
Now I can only see him in the photos I took of him.
Now I can only read his musings in his Village Green newsletter
or in the accumulated e-mails and postings I have from him.
Now I can only relive the memories I have of him, though those
memories may fade in time. He
was the Master, the Sensei... and he always considered me the kid. The night before he passed away... 12
hours before... he made a posting on Facebook.
He was joking about his cats and about pretty girls.
He talked about “Slow now, only about an hour of online time a
day.” He talked about
“Getting there, had a slight relapse on Monday.”
And he talked about his German Jew father and Scotch-Irish
mother. As he remarked,
“So there may be a slight reason why I have a slight stubborn streak.
(LOL)” A stubborn streak that kept him in
Commodore, a stubborn streak that kept his club together, a stubborn
streak kept him going through every trial and tribulation in his
personal life; those tribulations he would try to explain to me, and I
couldn't understand all of them. The only thing I understood was that
Dave was a good man, a good friend. |
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