Quote: reds @ April 6 2013, 12:41 PM BSTI write lenghty text or emails sometimes. What's the difference except they are sent istantly?
The romance of a hand delivered missive, tearing open the letter unfolding the paper, keeping it safe if it is important. Love letters are not the same as love emails and texts
I'm so old I had an identity card !
I've got my Dad's old identity card, they took lovely photos in the gestapo 
Quote: Oldrocker @ April 6 2013, 7:46 PM BSTI'm so old I had an identity card !
Saw those for sale at the REME Museum last Monday. Drat I meant to buy one.
Actually my old one might be up in the attic somewhere.
Quote: reds @ April 6 2013, 12:41 PM BSTI write lenghty text or emails sometimes. What's the difference except they are sent istantly?
Paper?
Ink?
Envelopes?
Stamps?
Etc?
Yours sincerely,
Lofthouse
Quote: lofthouse @ April 6 2013, 10:41 PM BSTPaper?
Ink?
Envelopes?
Stamps?
Etc?
Yours sincerely,
Lofthouse
All of which are a f**king pest.
Quote: keewik @ April 6 2013, 10:59 PM BSTAll of which are a f**king pest.
Rock
Paper
Scissors
Oh sorry wrong game
I remember when using the Internet at work when it had like just been invented
Black screen
Just White text and nothin else
Type in the phone number of the computer you wanted to connect to and then the dial up modem began it's screeching and wailing
My work mate used to go home at dinnertime and I would dial him up on his PC and we would CHAT TO EACHOTHER!! ON A SCREEN!!!
It was like being in Star Trek dude
Oh yeeaaahh
Quote: lofthouse @ April 6 2013, 11:08 PM BSTType in the phone number of the computer you wanted to connect to and then the dial up modem began it's screeching and wailing
My work mate used to go home at dinnertime and I would dial him up on his PC and we would CHAT TO EACHOTHER!! ON A SCREEN!!!
I recently came across a website that looked like something from the late 90's- Rather like powerpoint presentation with it's multicoloured words and picture animation.
Also a few months ago in a little shop in The Shambles in York I heard the old dial up noise. It seemed to get a bit stuck on the swishing noise.
Does anyone remember Alta Vista? I seem to remember it been the "go to" search engine before Yahoo! and Google.
Remember it? I still use it. The web browser on my office network is IE6 which crashes if you attempt to use Google.
I remember when I could disappear for hours at a time on my bike and no-one needed worry. I remember being able to sit a draw and make up my own games without the need to be entertained every five minutes at vast expense. I didn't need much from my parents I was able to keep myself amused.
One thing I know for a fact is that I was a darn sight happier before I had a computer and the Internet. The latter actually pays my salary (in a non-porn related way) but I fear it will be the death of me one way or another.
Technology snobs do my head in as do those people who subtley grind you down by constantly talking about the great things they have, the great things they've done while showing literally no interest in anyone else (unless what they do is linked with something great that they have or have done).
And while I'm in rant mode here's some more off topic stuff...
People who accuse you of 'probably' going to do something at some distant point in the future. That thing (that hasn't happened) is going upset someone and use that possibility as the basis of a lecture.
People who don't believe you have the right to feel upset by treatment dished out by them even though if it's them who break a promise.
Maybe we are crap, maybe we only have ourselves to blame for not having the trappings of success but don't belittle us or treat us like we're nobodies.
Here endeth the rant.
Anybody remember that feature when if you wanted to discard something you dragged to a waste paper bin and a little flame came up as it was burned ?
I don't remember that, but if it helps I can recall starting lots of bin fires in the 70's when I was on a picket.
I remember when you just put all your rubbish in one bin and they collected it from your back alley. (Not a euphemism)