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For the longest time I thought programming was something impossibly difficult, but not in the way you might think. I thought that the only way to program anything was to randomly press buttons, but nobody knew what effect they had. Programmers would press these buttons, and statistically, every once in a while a viable program would be produced. I thought it was a totally blind process, and a miracle anything resulted from it.
I used to think I could make televisions or radios using household materials. I gathered napkins, pieces of wood, toothpicks, and other random objects, and set about arranging them and hoping for the best. I figured I just had to position them in SOME way and it would work.
I thought that inside the speaker things you order through in fast food places, there was a little midget who asked what you wanted then radioed the orders to the people at the window.
I used to think that the remote control for the garage door could also be used to open your neighbors' garage doors as well.
When I was very young, I had a Spectrum 48k computer and I wanted to program in it. There was a program in a book I wanted to play, but I didn't think I had to actually program it, I thought you just had to write the name of the program on a tape and load it, and it would work. I drove myself to tears when it wouldn't work no matter how hard I tried!
I liked watching science shows when I was younger, but I guess I didn't understand them too well...I believed that without a doubt that scientists were on the verge of cloning dinosaurs (I couldn't figure out why though!). And when Jurassic Park came out, I thought it was real...
I used to believe that if you peeled the white border off of a Polaroid picture, the people inside would come out to visit with you.
i used to believe that www meant world wide willy until a few months later when i came across a frind who correced me and said it meant world wide web
When I was younger I used to believe that when you faxed someting the paper would de-materialize and the particles would travel through the phone lines and re-materialize later at the other end of the fax machine.
When I was a kid I couldn't figure out how video got to a TV through a tiny little cable, and with so many channels! I figured that a huge set of tiny images must be transferred through the cable using fibre optics or something (like a multiplexed image), and then the TV would pick a section of this big image when you choose a channel, then magnify that section onto the TV screen and voila - TV! I figured the sound was picked up using some sort of radio tuner. I was tempted to cut the cable and see if a bunch of tiny images would project from it! I understand how they work today, but you gotta admit, it's pretty amazing how color video goes through a simple 2-pin cable.
I used to beleive that the computer bugs were real creatures that lived in your pc and ate away at it.
When I was 3 we lived with my great-grandmother in Missisiippi and my mom had a record player in our room. (This was in 1967 for those who don't know what a record player is!!) I was so curious about the spinning of it so she told me there was a little man under the record running in a circle making it spin. I always wondered if he had a friend in there to help if he got tired.
Not actually my own belief, but when my young son came across an old typewriter at a car boot sale, he thought it was an antique computer.
When I first heard the term "burning a CD", I had the immediate vision of someone setting a CD on fire and giving it to someone.
'Mole machines' is what me and my brother used to call them. You see them in Thunderbirds, any film about Victorians tunnelling trying to find the core of the Earth, and lots of cartoons. They're basically cylinders with giant screws on the front and they burrow through soil, rock, or the white-hot core of the planet at about fifteen miles an hour.
I knew not everything you saw on TV existed in real life, but I saw these things on too many different shows and films for it to be a coincidence. So Mole Machines must be real, I deduced, and I hoped fervently to ride in one when I was a grown up. Big disappointment.
I was delighted to see a Mole Machine pop up in The Incredibles. Maybe a whole new generation of kids will see them as a viable transport option.
I used to believe my computer monitor had a van inside. This started because I asked my dad what made the whirring noise. He said it had a fan... I said "Really? A real van?", "Yes." I was convinced for nearly ten years that computers had nothing except a little blue van in them. It never occured to me to ask what it was for.
in the early 1970's my parents had a digital clock radio. the numbers flipped over to change. i thought there was a very tiny monkey inside who painted each number. it took him exactly 60 seconds to paint each number, except when the hour changed and he had to rush to paint all the new numbers in time.
When I was little my mom was cooking with the microwave. when it dinged it was done. so I thought that if you made it ding sooner that the food would be done sooner. I used to say "ding it ding it ding it!" when I was really hungry.
I remember as a kid, when I first started using the internet (back in 96') I would type things how I thought they should be typed.
If I was searching for something with spaces in it, I didn't think the spaces were wide enough in-between the words (I don't remember how I logical decided this, but somehow I did) so for instance if I wanted to search "Frank Black" I would type in "Frank Black" or "F r a n k B l a c k".
This was probably because I thought that whenever I typed in something to a search engine, that it would actually be reviewed by someone and then they would give me back search results.
I thought it would make it easier for the search people in internet if I made it easier for them to read things.
Yup... those were the days.
When I was really little my mother told me the vacuum cleaner would suck my lungs out if I touched it, and I believed her. Vacuums STILL scare me, a source of great amusment as I'm now 19 and in college.