These zoomers don't know what it was like. Imagine a time before pornography at your fingertips. Before it invaded every empty digital space and defied Volcel fatwas openly wherever it tread. A time when if you wanted to connect to the Internet you had to plug it into the phone line (a hole in the wall that required a physical connection) and speak the language of electronic Satan to summon the 640x480 super-compressed jpegs of boobs that took 72 minutes to download apiece. It was a wasteland out there. Simulated booba, no matter how crude, would activate anyone's neurons in such privation. Shame, shame on any would castigate their ancestors for their will to survive. Shame.
I remember the time when someone gets on the dial-up internet, nobody at home could use the landline phone. And this was before the time when every single person gets their own personal cell phone.
Imagine not being able to use the internet for much of the day because your parents or someone else in the family might have to call home.
I remember not being on the internet as it was metered and it would cost too much. So if I wanted to do something on the internet I went to the library. But harder to jack off in a library so I had to make do with women’s clothing catalogs, sheer underwear so you could see a nipple or some bush was hitting the jackpot.
My family's dial up service was capped at 500 megabytes a month and then it became like an extra 10 cents per megabyte after the cap. I remember breaking that limit all the time and my parents would have me pay the overage. At some point like fuckit and started paying for the who thing myself to avoid the hassle.
here the telco had a deal where if you made a call after 6, the charge would be limited to a small maximum. so essentially nobody with internet was reachable between 18:00 and 07:00.
These zoomers don't know what it was like. Imagine a time before pornography at your fingertips. Before it invaded every empty digital space and defied Volcel fatwas openly wherever it tread. A time when if you wanted to connect to the Internet you had to plug it into the phone line (a hole in the wall that required a physical connection) and speak the language of electronic Satan to summon the 640x480 super-compressed jpegs of boobs that took 72 minutes to download apiece. It was a wasteland out there. Simulated booba, no matter how crude, would activate anyone's neurons in such privation. Shame, shame on any would castigate their ancestors for their will to survive. Shame.
There was a time when computers would scream at each other in binary anguish to establish a connection to the net.
I remember the time when someone gets on the dial-up internet, nobody at home could use the landline phone. And this was before the time when every single person gets their own personal cell phone.
Imagine not being able to use the internet for much of the day because your parents or someone else in the family might have to call home.
Imagine not being able to call home in an emergency because someone was jackin' off
I remember not being on the internet as it was metered and it would cost too much. So if I wanted to do something on the internet I went to the library. But harder to jack off in a library so I had to make do with women’s clothing catalogs, sheer underwear so you could see a nipple or some bush was hitting the jackpot.
My family's dial up service was capped at 500 megabytes a month and then it became like an extra 10 cents per megabyte after the cap. I remember breaking that limit all the time and my parents would have me pay the overage. At some point like fuckit and started paying for the who thing myself to avoid the hassle.
here the telco had a deal where if you made a call after 6, the charge would be limited to a small maximum. so essentially nobody with internet was reachable between 18:00 and 07:00.