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itinerantvae:
petermorwood:
northchef:
nudityandnerdery:
tramtheram:
cake-and-monsters:
ninjacat1515:
arachnescurse:
mareliini:
ghostfiish:
lilprince:
ladytalon1:
sladevegas:
docislegend:
samoansif:
kasaron:
thehornedwitch:
vaspider:
atalantapendrag:
shrewreadings:
dignitywhatdignity:
ravingliberal:
cipollakate:
punkpuppydragon:
the-mad-march-hare42:
jungle-plastic:
furikomaru:
ask-bot:
Without revealing your actual age, what something you remember that if you told a younger person they wouldn’t understand?
Staying up late waiting for the really good shows to come on is more emotionally rewarding than being able to watch whatever you want whenever you want.
Having to be on Channel 3 to play videogames.
Rewinding a VHS tape and watching the characters jump about crazily in reverse to rewatch a show, instead of restarting like a DVD.
Begging your parents to get cable so you can watch high school musical on disney channel and stop being a social outcast at school
Not being able to watch Doctor Who because BBC America only showed the specials and SyFy only played Series 4 on a loop, so having to watch it in pieces on YouTube quickly before YouTube found it and took it down.
Being able to fill my tank for $5.
Passive-aggressive AIM away messages.
Also? Napster. So much Napster.
Not being able to watch Doctor Who because PBS was running a FUCKING PLEDGE DRIVE, and they moved it to 0200 Monday from 1600 Sunday.
Getting hooked on All Creatures Great and Small (and Peter Davidson as Tristan) as a consequence.
Only being able to watch cartoons on Saturday morning - that animated opening for Soul Train meant they were over for the week!
Missing an episode of a show and not knowing when or even if it would be repeated.
Video rental stores with $50 annual membership fees (on top of rental fees).
Friday Night Videos.
The excitement of being connected to the Real Internet and not just a local BBS.
The pain of having to wait for someone’s really complicated customized myspace page load on a dial-up modem.
Also that horrible feeling when you hear the VCR make a HORRIBLE noise. You are never watching that tape again and no amount of trying to put the innards of the tape back will save it.
Vampire Clamps.
Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, b, a, start.
the sound of the computer connecting to the internet scared the shit out of me the first ten times I heard it
Being completely let down by this product
Having to go to the video store and renting a VCR along with whatever VHS movie you wanted to watch on it because VCRs were so expensive.
Breathing in the fumes of your parents getting Leaded gas bc Unleaded was newfangled nonsense.
Having to work out which complicated line of emoticons and song lyrics was the friend you wanted to talk to on msn in the 20 minute slot that you were allowed to use the one clunky pc in the house.
Through the arcane magic of HitClips, you could recreate the experience of having only this one part of a song stuck in your head, only it would be on your OWN terms
Also if you had any more than one or two of the song clip cartridge things attached to the music player at a time, the whole situation would be comically bulky and hard to deal with… it was like the precursor to those people that put way too many charms on their cell phones
Pausing and rewinding casettes so you can write the lyrics down. Pen pals. The feeling of handling your family’s first mobile phone that was big and bulky and probably weight like 0.5kg
Dia projectors at school, dad’s electric typing machine thing that had green screen and saved to floppy discks. Printed and badly translated internet conspiracies friends sent for dad via normal mail since internet was nonexistant behind large cities. First movable modems, the search for good connection hot spot so we could use youtube (only when the weather was nice and we were on top of a hill).
Those fucking goddamn wind jackets everyone had. Home joga videos. Barbies you can take clothes off.
Paying $25 ($40ish today) for a VHS tape that contained two anime episodes.
Physical chain letters. The giant ass computer that could take 5-10 minutes to load pages. Lisa Frank, Lisa Frank everywhere. Nickolodeon was a great network with a huge variety of programs that catered to a wide audience.
Typing in Video-Plus codes into your VCR to record stuff off one of the five free channels you got if you didn’t have satellite. (Sometimes it was only four if you didn’t get the signal in your area).
Having to constantly readjust your external tv aerial to get the best signal in bad weather.
C:\> run.exe
Parking the hard drive.
No Internet. No mobile phones.
SKRRRRRRRRT bzt-bzt
SKRRRRRRRRT bz-bzt SKRRRRRRRRT
The sound of a dot-matrix printer in action. (They’re still used for some applications, but I’m happy to say
not in this household.)
Tearing the perforated edges off (perifory, we called it) then tearing the output into separate pages while hoping you wouldn’t tear one of them as well.
The fun part was watching the cats play in the perifory afterwards.
Pressing Button B on an old-style public phone in hope of getting someone’s forgotten change. Since the coins were usually no more than pennies or an occasional threepenny bit, it happened more often than you’d think (but was still enough for a bar of chocolate back then.)
School milk.
No fees for university tuition.
Being able to buy a house in good, livable condition, in a city, for £40k.
“Training provided, no experience needed”
sitting hunched over the hifi between 4pm and 7pm on a Sunday night listening to the top 40 chart, fingers poised over the ‘pause’ and ‘record’ buttons, trying to record all my favourite songs onto a tape.
itinerantvae:
petermorwood:
northchef:
nudityandnerdery:
tramtheram:
cake-and-monsters:
ninjacat1515:
arachnescurse:
mareliini:
ghostfiish:
lilprince:
ladytalon1:
sladevegas:
docislegend:
samoansif:
kasaron:
thehornedwitch:
vaspider:
atalantapendrag:
shrewreadings:
dignitywhatdignity:
ravingliberal:
cipollakate:
punkpuppydragon:
the-mad-march-hare42:
jungle-plastic:
furikomaru:
ask-bot:
Without revealing your actual age, what something you remember that if you told a younger person they wouldn’t understand?
Staying up late waiting for the really good shows to come on is more emotionally rewarding than being able to watch whatever you want whenever you want.
Having to be on Channel 3 to play videogames.
Rewinding a VHS tape and watching the characters jump about crazily in reverse to rewatch a show, instead of restarting like a DVD.
Begging your parents to get cable so you can watch high school musical on disney channel and stop being a social outcast at school
Not being able to watch Doctor Who because BBC America only showed the specials and SyFy only played Series 4 on a loop, so having to watch it in pieces on YouTube quickly before YouTube found it and took it down.
Being able to fill my tank for $5.
Passive-aggressive AIM away messages.
Also? Napster. So much Napster.
Not being able to watch Doctor Who because PBS was running a FUCKING PLEDGE DRIVE, and they moved it to 0200 Monday from 1600 Sunday.
Getting hooked on All Creatures Great and Small (and Peter Davidson as Tristan) as a consequence.
Only being able to watch cartoons on Saturday morning - that animated opening for Soul Train meant they were over for the week!
Missing an episode of a show and not knowing when or even if it would be repeated.
Video rental stores with $50 annual membership fees (on top of rental fees).
Friday Night Videos.
The excitement of being connected to the Real Internet and not just a local BBS.
The pain of having to wait for someone’s really complicated customized myspace page load on a dial-up modem.
Also that horrible feeling when you hear the VCR make a HORRIBLE noise. You are never watching that tape again and no amount of trying to put the innards of the tape back will save it.
Vampire Clamps.
Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, b, a, start.
the sound of the computer connecting to the internet scared the shit out of me the first ten times I heard it
Being completely let down by this product
Having to go to the video store and renting a VCR along with whatever VHS movie you wanted to watch on it because VCRs were so expensive.
Breathing in the fumes of your parents getting Leaded gas bc Unleaded was newfangled nonsense.
Having to work out which complicated line of emoticons and song lyrics was the friend you wanted to talk to on msn in the 20 minute slot that you were allowed to use the one clunky pc in the house.
Through the arcane magic of HitClips, you could recreate the experience of having only this one part of a song stuck in your head, only it would be on your OWN terms
Also if you had any more than one or two of the song clip cartridge things attached to the music player at a time, the whole situation would be comically bulky and hard to deal with… it was like the precursor to those people that put way too many charms on their cell phones
Pausing and rewinding casettes so you can write the lyrics down. Pen pals. The feeling of handling your family’s first mobile phone that was big and bulky and probably weight like 0.5kg
Dia projectors at school, dad’s electric typing machine thing that had green screen and saved to floppy discks. Printed and badly translated internet conspiracies friends sent for dad via normal mail since internet was nonexistant behind large cities. First movable modems, the search for good connection hot spot so we could use youtube (only when the weather was nice and we were on top of a hill).
Those fucking goddamn wind jackets everyone had. Home joga videos. Barbies you can take clothes off.
Paying $25 ($40ish today) for a VHS tape that contained two anime episodes.
Physical chain letters. The giant ass computer that could take 5-10 minutes to load pages. Lisa Frank, Lisa Frank everywhere. Nickolodeon was a great network with a huge variety of programs that catered to a wide audience.
Typing in Video-Plus codes into your VCR to record stuff off one of the five free channels you got if you didn’t have satellite. (Sometimes it was only four if you didn’t get the signal in your area).
Having to constantly readjust your external tv aerial to get the best signal in bad weather.
C:\> run.exe
Parking the hard drive.
No Internet. No mobile phones.
SKRRRRRRRRT bzt-bzt
SKRRRRRRRRT bz-bzt SKRRRRRRRRT
The sound of a dot-matrix printer in action. (They’re still used for some applications, but I’m happy to say
not in this household.)
Tearing the perforated edges off (perifory, we called it) then tearing the output into separate pages while hoping you wouldn’t tear one of them as well.
The fun part was watching the cats play in the perifory afterwards.
Pressing Button B on an old-style public phone in hope of getting someone’s forgotten change. Since the coins were usually no more than pennies or an occasional threepenny bit, it happened more often than you’d think (but was still enough for a bar of chocolate back then.)
School milk.
No fees for university tuition.
Being able to buy a house in good, livable condition, in a city, for £40k.
“Training provided, no experience needed”
sitting hunched over the hifi between 4pm and 7pm on a Sunday night listening to the top 40 chart, fingers poised over the ‘pause’ and ‘record’ buttons, trying to record all my favourite songs onto a tape.
