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Oh, I forgot I was also active on Quora for a while, but it got way too stupid.
Here in California, the weather's a little different... seldom that cold, but storms that knock down fences and trees. Here's something posted just now on NextDoor:Snow on the ground, temps below zero last night- looks like winter has finally arrived.
Late 90s internet for me as a teenager was pretty fun. We lived in the bush, so dial up was all we could get. It wasn't uncommon for my Ultima Online character to get murdered by mean people using T1s, but I managed well enough.
And then of course there was ICQ to chat with your friends before text messaging was a thing, and mIRC for your early social media chat.
And who can forget the Napster days? Downloading MP3s that sometimes took an hour for a single song, then burning them to a CD.
Yeah, those were fun times. But after a few years of seeing just how shitty people can behave online, I checked out of the social stuff. Haven't played an online game since.
Didn't use MySpace or The Book of Faces, didn't even get a cell phone til late 2014.
Oh, and became apparent to me that any respectable business had to have a web site, so I taught myself HTML (not so different from the old CP/M WordStar, actually.... and that's really getting nostalgic), and had a web site running, complete with pictures, in a couple of weeks. I guess that counts as internet nostalgia.
"Did anyone find my shed? You can't miss it. It's 10 feet by 10 feet..."
As soon as he arrived, the three dogs immediately got all giddy and fawning over him, following him around for any morsel of attention. Not one of them looked even the least bit embarassed when I reminded them who's been feeding and watering and cleaning up after them all year. Son stayed at a friend's last night and the dogs tried to act like nothing had changed and I was still their demi-god. Tramps, the whole lot of them. Nothing but tramps.
I remember so many of those days. Today it's downright cold here, temp in high 50s, to mid 60s, sunny with 23 MPH wind. Might have to put on a long sleeve shirt with my shorts.Snow on the ground. Sun in the sky. 25 degrees and about 15 mph wind. A perfectly reasonable day, as far as December goes.
Baby, it's cold outside, but there's green chili on the kitchen stove, a fire in the woodstove, a dog on my feet, and my husband across the room with a dog on his lap. Life is good tonight.
Snow on the ground. Sun in the sky. 25 degrees and about 15 mph wind. A perfectly reasonable day, as far as December goes.
Son arrived home Christmas Eve. Great to see him, he's in great form, yada yada. But...
As soon as he arrived, the three dogs immediately got all giddy and fawning over him, following him around for any morsel of attention. Not one of them looked even the least bit embarassed when I reminded them who's been feeding and watering and cleaning up after them all year. Son stayed at a friend's last night and the dogs tried to act like nothing had changed and I was still their demi-god. Tramps, the whole lot of them. Nothing but tramps.
I haven't written a word since before Ireland. I can't seem to get back into my old routine. Maybe some of it is because there is so much going on over the Christmas holidays. I am going to put my nose to the grindstone come January!
I'm debating between two novel ideas for when I get done with work. Both are solid. One is easier but probably limited while the other is much harder but has some serious home run potential if I don't screw it up. Should probably do the easier guy first to knock some rust off.That's my goal, too. Get my shit together in January. Get some serious word count into a Sex Robot sequel and take advantage of the spare time from the ole unemployment !
Australian ministers/politicians, am I right?Not really. Internet access in the early 2000s was still by dial-up here, because our Telecommunications Minister at the time declared: "Anyone who wants high-speed internet is either a criminal or a pedophile." (I'm not kidding).