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Sweeney talking to a salesman at the Honda dealership. |
Cleaning out a storage facility last week, I found a box containing my old
Mac Classic, just in time for the passing of
Steve Jobs. Back in 1991,
M.D. Sweeney accompanied me to the Westwood Mac store and negotiated on my behalf for the computer and a printer. Sweeney is a phenomenal dealer with a deadpan expression like an Olmec mask. Sales reps flash their easy smiles, grow uncomfortable and sometimes offer things at a lower price. (They didn't this time, but even A-Rod strikes out occasionally.) On that computer I wrote many
Acme Comedy Theatre sketches as well as my first
Animaniacs script,
"Dracu-lee, Dracu-la." But it's doing no one any good anymore and is destined for the green waste facility. Farewell, Mac Classic and rest in piece, Mr. Jobs. And if you're ever in Los Angeles, stop by
Amalfi Restaurant and see if you can talk the owner (Sweeney) into a free dessert. Let me know how it goes.
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6 comments:
Thanks to you and the Mac for "Draculee Dracula: and all the rest of the funny scripts.
Thank you for the opportunity.
Twas indeed a game-changer.
Did lots of people type on computers at that point? Or were you the hipster writer? I mean that with the up most respect
Hardly among the first.
The true hipsters typed back in the '80s on a computer called a Kaypro.
The thing about IBM versions was that you had to know DOS commands to get the process going.
Macs were a smile by comparison.
Hahaha, it just reminded me of the ending of every Doogie Howser episode. I've always wondered how common were personal computers before the 90s. TV shows often portrayed them as something that only the techno geek kid of the show would have.
When I was in college in the late 80s, we had a computer lab where you could type up your papers and print them out on a Dot Matrix printer.
I figured computers were all a fad and typed everything.
I'm surprised I don't ride a horse everywhere.
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