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I remember when it was called ARPANET. I remember when it was a secret cool kidz club for STEM majors and a handful of .mil types, when your university probably was on a regional network like BITNET and any email going outside of it would have to go to a gateway, possibly in a carton of tapes in the trunk of some grad student's car. I remember dialup bulletin boards. I remember email lists. I remember before the Dubya Dubya Dubya. I remember Usenet before the September that Never Ended. I remember dialup. I remember the Internet before the over-the-top japes from places like Pigdog all came true. I remember the Internet before it became a PC hugbox with everything censored everywhere and people trying to dox you and make you unemployable for laughing at the wrong joke. Call me Pepperidge Farms because I remember. And yes, zeeky boogy doog (kaboom!).
I remember when it was called ARPANET. I remember when it was a secret cool kidz club for STEM majors and a handful of .mil types, when your university probably was on a regional network like BITNET and any email going outside of it would have to go to a gateway, possibly in a carton of tapes in the trunk of some grad student's car. I remember dialup bulletin boards. I remember email lists. I remember before the Dubya Dubya Dubya. I remember Usenet before the September that Never Ended. I remember dialup. I remember the Internet before the over-the-top japes from places like Pigdog all came true. I remember the Internet before it became a PC hugbox with everything censored everywhere and people trying to dox you and make you unemployable for laughing at the wrong joke. Call me Pepperidge Farms because I remember. And yes, zeeky boogy doog (kaboom!).