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(Unsigned, Sealed, and Delivered) Part 1: Oh I worked several years at Atari (1) Always thinking, "It's too good to last," Bushnell's (2) leaving - hand writing on rampart - Though momentum would carry us past. Nolan's (2) vision was not all that perfect, VCS (3) up to roof day I joined, But then critical mass was accomplished, Nolan screwed, and Atari purloined. Nolan's loss viewed by most as quite tragic, But the bean-counters quickly took charge And though remnants remained of old culture, New unfortunate seeds loomed quite large. Like one time at a company picnic, With a beautiful girl by my side Ray Kassar (4) introduced himself firmly, And he wanted to give me a ride. Ray's experience mostly was garments, But his management style seemed too tame, For to handle unruly designers, He would need to be "Master of Game." But Atari was poisoned by money, And in death throes was free-falling up, Lining pockets of sycophant beggars Whose main talent, the art of the cup! It is certainly hard to believe now But your game's launch won't bring you Champagne, Though the folks that distribute your product Likely treated to week say in Spain! Game designers considered cheap labor Not deserving of mention by name, Though their effort might span year or longer, Sacrifice not attached to their game. Mike Moon's (5) spending of cash flowed like water Hard to think new 800 (6) would fail. Soon our campus had grown to five thousand Management had a cat by the tail. But wild cats at their best are unruly, And their egos not soothed left the ship, Founding numerous troublesome upstarts, Whose last vote for Mike Moon was "pink slip." But new management all failed Atari They were trying to save their cash cow, While ignoring the 800 platform, Game improvements that it would allow. Their suggestion, "Compete against Apple!" Was like calling a Zebra a horse, And predictions it might win the "Derby," All amounted to nothing of course! So now CDC (7) stars of computing Began scanning the 800's charms, What they found was fantastic game platform, But for business they soon raised alarms. Well the Wozniak (8) floppy was genius, And Paul Laughton (9) made Woz (8) hardware sing, But then neither man worked for Atari, As it turned out, that meant everything. Roger Badisher (10) melted when testing Showed that drive by Atari was flawed But the business crowd changed one to zero, Up till then, frankly, all did applaud. I was there to see friends "raked on hot coals," And for Zebra, not horse to be blamed, This delusional marketing posture Cast dispersions in hope they weren't named. Premier game machine served its intention To strike fear in competitors' heart Specs then changed post production had started Blocking game vindication dead smart!

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Remembering Atari - Part 1

(Unsigned, Sealed, and Delivered) Part 1: Oh I worked several years at Atari (1) Always thinking, "It's too good to last," Bushnell's (2) leaving - hand writing on rampart - Though momentum would carry us past. Nolan's (2) vision was not all that perfect, VCS (3) up to roof day I joined, But then critical mass was accomplished, Nolan screwed, and Atari purloined. Nolan's loss viewed by most as quite tragic, But the bean-counters quickly took charge And though remnants remained of old culture, New unfortunate seeds loomed quite large. Like one time at a company picnic, With a beautiful girl by my side Ray Kassar (4) introduced himself firmly, And he wanted to give me a ride. Ray's experience mostly was garments, But his management style seemed too tame, For to handle unruly designers, He would need to be "Master of Game." But Atari was poisoned by money, And in death throes was free-falling up, Lining pockets of sycophant beggars Whose main talent, the art of the cup! It is certainly hard to believe now But your game's launch won't bring you Champagne, Though the folks that distribute your product Likely treated to week say in Spain! Game designers considered cheap labor Not deserving of mention by name, Though their effort might span year or longer, Sacrifice not attached to their game. Mike Moon's (5) spending of cash flowed like water Hard to think new 800 (6) would fail. Soon our campus had grown to five thousand Management had a cat by the tail. But wild cats at their best are unruly, And their egos not soothed left the ship, Founding numerous troublesome upstarts, Whose last vote for Mike Moon was "pink slip." But new management all failed Atari They were trying to save their cash cow, While ignoring the 800 platform, Game improvements that it would allow. Their suggestion, "Compete against Apple!" Was like calling a Zebra a horse, And predictions it might win the "Derby," All amounted to nothing of course! So now CDC (7) stars of computing Began scanning the 800's charms, What they found was fantastic game platform, But for business they soon raised alarms. Well the Wozniak (8) floppy was genius, And Paul Laughton (9) made Woz (8) hardware sing, But then neither man worked for Atari, As it turned out, that meant everything. Roger Badisher (10) melted when testing Showed that drive by Atari was flawed But the business crowd changed one to zero, Up till then, frankly, all did applaud. I was there to see friends "raked on hot coals," And for Zebra, not horse to be blamed, This delusional marketing posture Cast dispersions in hope they weren't named. Premier game machine served its intention To strike fear in competitors' heart Specs then changed post production had started Blocking game vindication dead smart!