Satanosphere

I admit it. This fucking article about the good old days of The Internet, before everthing got so goddamn flashy and Stylesheet shitty, made a bitter, acrid hint of a tear start to form in the very corner of my bleary old bloodshot eye:

R.I.P Usenet: 1980-2008 : On the text-only Usenet of my memory, nobody knew whether you were a dog, or a kid, or Finnish—only what you wrote. There wasn’t the obsession with photos and video that overruns today’s social networking sites. Yeah, I know that sounds like “get off my lawn you darn kids” crotchetiness, but there’s something really nice about just talking to people and not caring what they look like.   – Sascha Segan

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