Reading as a kid about virus analysis and how they work in a short column in a… newspaper. Yeah, they even listed full Windows Registry paths. Didn't know what HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE was, didn't own a computer, only knew about some DOS commands, but I knew I wanted to be able to do that job and decompile stuff (whatever that ment) and see how it worked. Just like dismantling (and ultimately destroying) toys to see the inner workings.
After finally owning a computer and being bored by the few games I had on Windows 95, being limited to Notepad, Internet Explorer (without an internet connection yet; or was it Netscape Navigator?) and Paint (in which I sucked, lacking any artistic talent), when I learned that I can just type stuff in Notepad, I borrowed a book about "programming" in HTML. Then Pascal, the pinnacle being a simple XOR encryption program, with a god damn white on blue "windows" interface with buttons (a la Midnight Commander). Writing TRIVIA "scripts" for mIRC channels made us gods. Then Delphi naturally followed, making my own tool to track how many hours I've spent on dialup a month (yes, internet was very expensive) while listening to 80's music on Winamp. Nothing was more interesting than that. Then got a job and out of a sudden started making my own money by writing Delphi code. Up until then I wasn't really aware that my passion would also bring food on the table. The rest is history.
Programming in those days felt unreal. Felt like The Matrix. I knew that what I want to do for the rest of my life is look at text on a screen, hit CTRL+F9, see a crash, set some breakpoints, and ponder around the room or while taking a piss about what went wrong and how to solve it. I'm no Einstein, but I understood why science people dedicate their lifes to their work and disregard completely their social life.
Reading as a kid about virus analysis and how they work in a short column in a… newspaper. Yeah, they even listed full Windows Registry paths. Didn't know what HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE was, didn't own a computer, only knew about some DOS commands, but I knew I wanted to be able to do that job and decompile stuff (whatever that ment) and see how it worked. Just like dismantling (and ultimately destroying) toys to see the inner workings.
After finally owning a computer and being bored by the few games I had on Windows 95, being limited to Notepad, Internet Explorer (without an internet connection yet; or was it Netscape Navigator?) and Paint (in which I sucked, lacking any artistic talent), when I learned that I can just type stuff in Notepad, I borrowed a book about "programming" in HTML. Then Pascal, the pinnacle being a simple XOR encryption program, with a god damn white on blue "windows" interface with buttons (a la Midnight Commander). Writing TRIVIA "scripts" for mIRC channels made us gods. Then Delphi naturally followed, making my own tool to track how many hours I've spent on dialup a month (yes, internet was very expensive) while listening to 80's music on Winamp. Nothing was more interesting than that. Then got a job and out of a sudden started making my own money by writing Delphi code. Up until then I wasn't really aware that my passion would also bring food on the table. The rest is history.
Programming in those days felt unreal. Felt like The Matrix. I knew that what I want to do for the rest of my life is look at text on a screen, hit CTRL+F9, see a crash, set some breakpoints, and ponder around the room or while taking a piss about what went wrong and how to solve it. I'm no Einstein, but I understood why science people dedicate their lifes to their work and disregard completely their social life.