Computer Tales of Fact and Fantasy: Or How We Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Computer - Softcover

Forrest, Iris

 
9780963517708: Computer Tales of Fact and Fantasy: Or How We Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Computer

Synopsis

Eighteen authors take you on a journey through cyperspace with stories that will make you laugh, cry, be amazed and mystified. You will identify with most of these accounts which include humor, horror, fantasy, fact, joy, frustration and history. Even non-computer types will find something to which to relate. Not a how-to book. No instructions on computer use.

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About the Author

Iris Forrest, actually the editor, backed into this job because she and her writing friends couldn't find an outlet for their computer pieces. She came to this job with a background in theatre, law, photography, writing, dancing, transcendental meditation and producing. She's worked with computers since the early Kaypro days. As a kid of fifteen in summer stock she was asked to test for a new Howard Hughes movie, "The Outlaw", which made Jane Russell's career. (Forrest's father wouldn't permit the test! But many years later in Hollywood, on her honeymoon, she was offered a screen contract which she turned down.) She worked at the fledgling FM station WABF writing, acting and directing plays, produced off-Broadway and acted in radio, televison (U.S. Steel Hour, New York Confidential), movies (The FBI Story) and theatre. Her photography studio, across from the New York Times, enabled her to freelance for it. Forrest has always been an amateur writer, winning a contest for a book in eighth grade. She keeps up her memberships, for which she worked very hard, in Actors Equity, SAG and AFTRA. She created a career as a professional author in 1980 and has sold many pieces to newspapers, magazines and the internet.

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From Computers Can Have Personal Problems, Too

When I came to work the morning of March 6, I could tell immediately that my computer was down. "What's the matter," I typed on the keyboard. "I've got that achey stuffed-up, need-some-rest feeling," my computer responded. "I hope you don't have the Michelangelo virus," I typed. "Don't say that," said the computer, "by the way, could you turn down the brightness a little? The light's giving me a headache." "Sure," I said, adjusting the knob, "boy, you sure have been getting sick a lot lately." "It's no wonder," the computer blinked, "considering my diet." "What do you mean?" "Drivel," said the computer. "All you feed me is drivel."

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