Ah, yes, of course. The gypsies, they gave you your soul. The gypsies are filthy people. Ptui! We shall speak of them no more.

Ilona Costa Bianchi ,'The Girl in Question'


Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


tommyrot - Feb 25, 2009 4:05:58 pm PST #8306 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Stroll with me, down Memory Lane....

Jurassic Web

It's 1996, and you're bored. What do you do? If you're one of the lucky people with an AOL account, you probably do the same thing you'd do in 2009: Go online. Crank up your modem, wait 20 seconds as you log in, and there you are—"Welcome." You check your mail, then spend a few minutes chatting with your AOL buddies about which of you has the funniest screen name (you win, pimpodayear94).

Then you load up Internet Explorer, AOL's default Web browser. Now what? There's no YouTube, Digg, Huffington Post, or Gawker. There's no Google, Twitter, Facebook, or Wikipedia. A few newspapers and magazines have begun to put their articles online—you can visit the New York Times or Time—and there are a handful of new Web-only publications, including Feed, HotWired, Salon, Suck, Urban Desires, Word, and, launched in June, Slate. But these sites aren't very big, and they don't hold your interest for long. People still refer to the new medium by its full name—the World Wide Web—and although you sometimes find interesting stuff here, you're constantly struck by how little there is to do. You rarely linger on the Web; your computer takes about 30 seconds to load each page, and, hey, you're paying for the Internet by the hour. Plus, you're tying up the phone line. Ten minutes after you log in, you shut down your modem. You've got other things to do—after all, a new episode of Seinfeld is on.

...

We all know that the Internet has changed radically since the '90s, but there's something dizzying about going back to look at how people spent their time 13 years ago. Sifting through old Web pages today is a bit like playing video games from the 1970s; the fun is in considering how awesome people thought they were, despite all that was missing. In 1996, just 20 million American adults had access to the Internet, about as many as subscribe to satellite radio today. The dot-com boom had already begun on Wall Street—Netscape went public in 1995—but what's striking about the old Web is how unsure everyone seemed to be about what the new medium was for. Small innovations drove us wild: Look at those animated dancing cats! Hey, you can get the weather right from your computer! In an article ranking the best sites of '96, Time gushed that Amazon.com let you search for books "by author, subject or title" and "read reviews written by other Amazon readers and even write your own." Whoopee. The very fact that Time had to publish a list of top sites suggests lots of people were mystified by the Web. What was this place? What should you do here? Time recommended that in addition to buying books from Amazon, "cybernauts" should read Salon, search for recipes on Epicurious, visit the Library of Congress, and play the Kevin Bacon game.


flea - Feb 25, 2009 4:13:48 pm PST #8307 of 30000
information libertarian

I used to get my email through my grandfather's AOL account (Nov-94/June-95). I'd download it all and then open and read it offline, compose and responses, connect again, and send them, because were were paying by the minute.


§ ita § - Feb 25, 2009 4:18:01 pm PST #8308 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

That's a hip grandpa.


Sue - Feb 25, 2009 4:18:14 pm PST #8309 of 30000
hip deep in pie

I have Bar Cancer.

In what part of the body is the bar located?

Feel better msbelle.

I trying to find all the medical receipts to see if I am able to deduct them on my taxes. It is not going well at all! I have paper crap everywhere.


flea - Feb 25, 2009 4:20:39 pm PST #8310 of 30000
information libertarian

My grandfather is so hip he's had both replaced. When I was living with him he drove a Porsche with the license plate HUBRIS. At my step-grandmother's memorial service, their coke dealer chatted me up. They kept it in the freezer, wrapped in tin foil; it kept better that way.

He's kind of an asshole, actually. But still my grandfather.


Dana - Feb 25, 2009 4:21:10 pm PST #8311 of 30000
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.

My grandparents had Prodigy.


Laga - Feb 25, 2009 4:22:19 pm PST #8312 of 30000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

I'm remembering how my Dad's prescription snorkel mask arrived the day he was supposed to leave to spend the weekend at a downtown hotel to take the stress of the commute out of the overall stress of taking the CPA exam. A lot of the other hotel guests were also CPA candidates. What must the rest of them have thought, when a large old man entered the pool in a snorkel mask? Of course he had to try it out... it was brand new!


tommyrot - Feb 25, 2009 4:22:29 pm PST #8313 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Check this out: Tacky Weddings

It's been described by Neatorama:

Some of you might be familiar with Cake Wrecks, a site that mocks botched baked goods. This site is sort of like Cake Wrecks for weddings. If you think the camo tuxes are something, wait til you see the Hello Kitty dress and the gal who chose hot pants and bustiers for herself and her bridesmaids. To each his (or her) own, I guess!

Note to self: Make sure my wedding does not combine jokey candles that you can't blow out and people covering the bride and groom with Silly String.

Also, I thought the goth weddings were kinda cool, but the Camouflage Weddings are all WTF. The blog poses the following question for our times:

Does there really need to be a severed deer foot cake knife holder?


Sue - Feb 25, 2009 4:22:37 pm PST #8314 of 30000
hip deep in pie

My grandfather was a telegraph operator.


Cass - Feb 25, 2009 4:22:51 pm PST #8315 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

My uncle has my old AOL email address. Whenever my dad sends things to both of us, it's disconcerting to see it.