I do have something conciliatory to say. My father is an old IBM engineer from the 1960s and until 1985 or so we used to own really heavy iron IBM mainframe computers, weighing in excess of 100 tons and requiring more than $5,000 a month in air conditioning and electricity to run. They were beautiful machines, amazing accomplishments of engineering, but they're dinosaurs now. But look at that machine. That was a COMPUTER, Dammit. Lights all over the place. Big switches that went CLICK like they meant it. Buttons you couldn't press like a p***y. And heat and electricity like it was *doing* something.
In terms of processing power a machine you can buy at Wal-Mart for $500 is more than the match of an IBM 360/75; in fact it's thousands of times faster in terms of raw CPU power. And people spent millions of dollars on those computers. Just moving one in and installing it could cost $50,000.
So I have some nostalgia. I like heavy iron.
Our technological advancement tends to make everything we produce more and more ephemeral: lightweight, engineered specifically in terms of the material, and less "serious." The computers we use today to send messages around are *pieces of JUNK* in terms of construction when compared to an IBM 360/75, but they're much faster and everyone owns one. My father still marvels (or wistfully remembers) over the fact that a million bytes of memory used to cost a million dollars and people thought that was a miracle at the time. He's still got in his possession one of the discarded (defective, prototype) core memory assemblies from the Apollo Flight Computer. IBM used to have shift workers they employed to literally knit core memory assemblies together, in the days before solid-state RAM. One. Wire. At. A. Time. Lots of little ferrite cores.
The days of the revolver shaped like a revolver as we know it, made out of steel, with a steel cylinder and a big fixed frame and barrel, are on their way out. The guns that are replacing them have less character. They don't have the kind of "grab you by the seat of your pants" artisanship that revolvers do. They are more purpose-built, niche-marketed, and ultimately disposable products. Whether they're really very satisfying to own in terms of having a mystique about them is an open question.