When microcomputers were first marketed in the 1970's, corporate computer departments had all sorts of people with a lot of Titles. There were Computer Operators of course, and programmers, system analysts, tape librarians, etc. But with a Microcomputer in your home, you were everything! You were The Computerist.
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other: Hardcore 'Computist' (Computist Magazine) allowed Apple II users to make legitimate backup copies of software.
David Harrison: "From this day forth, all you students will be known as this little word I invented, computist. Archaeologists have their words, as do many others. It's not fair that we're left out!"
Students: "Whatever Dave, get on with the lecture!"