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.

That's a hip grandpa.

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.

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.

My grandparents had Prodigy.

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!

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?

My grandfather was a telegraph operator.

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

My grandparents never had computers, and for most of them, electricity was a new-fangled luxury.

I spent a lot of time on the Internets in the mid-90s. On, you know, boards. That I could telnet to. When I ran out of single line ones to dial up for the night.