Yesterday, I wrote a sentence that encapsulates very well how we adjust to technological luxuries: "I searched the web for 'singing hemorrhoid' and the first video result is lame."
When I re-read it, I realized that being alive in 2014 is unbelievably awesome.
Then the conversation went straight into "Four Yorkshiremen".
A: In my day, we were grateful for just one singing hemorrhoid video.
B: And we had to download it from Usenet binaries.
C: In RealMedia format.
Me: And part 51 of 117 was missing.
A: And we had to use bauds.
Me: I had a demibaud modem.
C: Luxury! We had to make our own punchcards and send'm through the mail.
B: At least you had mail. We stapled our punchcards to passing hobos and hoped they made it somewhere with a router.
When I re-read it, I realized that being alive in 2014 is unbelievably awesome.
Then the conversation went straight into "Four Yorkshiremen".
A: In my day, we were grateful for just one singing hemorrhoid video. B: And we had to download it from Usenet binaries. C: In RealMedia format. Me: And part 51 of 117 was missing. A: And we had to use bauds. Me: I had a demibaud modem. C: Luxury! We had to make our own punchcards and send'm through the mail. B: At least you had mail. We stapled our punchcards to passing hobos and hoped they made it somewhere with a router.