I don't know why exactly, but I was just hit with a wave of nostalgia for my first golden age of computing, 1991 to 1996. Then, the dream died and Microsoft bought our souls.
Norton Commander: There was a lot of struggle, many errors, low memory, batch files...but it was real, an no words can describe it. In the end, Neal Stephenson was right: this, what we have right now, all this GUI, is fake...but there is no other way.
Maybe there is a reason why I still keep a copy of NC5 around. It's pretty much useless, of course—as you can see from the screenshot below, it doesn't even calculate memory and hard drive space correctly, anymore. Its days of glory are long gone and all that FAR crap just doesn't cut it for me. Simply put, NC5 will always have a place in my heart.
By the way, I was surprised to find out that tomorrow, February 6, is NC5's ninth birthday. Weird. Could it be that many others like myself felt a point of anguish and somehow projected it into the noosphere, or does NC5 have a psychic presence among us? I haven't the slightest idea, but here's to you, old buddy!