• DarkFuture@lemmy.world
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    4 hours ago

    I miss not being exposed to every low IQ chode’s trashcan opinions on social media. And I really miss not watching those low IQ chode’s trashcan opinions influencing large numbers of other low IQ chodes into doing things like making a felon rapist pedophile our leader.

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      3 hours ago

      I too miss the day when the internet was for geeks and nerds, (and anyone who wasn’t never left MySpace). Now everyone is online, and the novelty has been ruined. Not to mention how much more centralized the internet is now, compared to 20-30 years ago. Everyone visits the same five websites/apps now.

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    4 hours ago

    We like to look at this era through rose tinned glasses. You had not a lot of processing power, not a lot of storage space, insecure code (and internet) everywhere, flimsy methods of portable storage and slow network transfer speeds. A lot of software was not mature enough for everyday use. Energy inefficient. Yet, we made it work.
    It was in some ways romantic, computers were a cool thing, not a necessity for everyday life (yes, I’m counting phones as computers - fight me). That’s what I miss the most. We weren’t connected all the time and the software market space was unexplored and unexploited. It felt new and exciting, but it was flawed in so many ways. This counts both for pc’s and the internet.

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      When I was at the age where computer class was being taught, I was already typing at a higher level. My parents had the entire Encyclopedia Britannica set and there were games on those discs that taught typing. I learned a lot at home because I wanted to long before the school started teaching it.

      So me, grade 4 or 5, already typing at an accelerated level with my own middle-finger led typing technique I taught myself that worked perfectly for my (not yet disagnosed) ADHD-ass brain was literally forced, or I’d fail, to “home key learn” typing. So there’s me, my index fingers on F and J, typing out “sad lad sad lass dad lad” when I could already type complete paragraphs on a keyboard.

      No, I don’t miss that shit. It was so degrading.

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    7 hours ago

    As someone who had to maintain school computers I will say with certainty that I don’t miss those old ball mice.

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    5 hours ago

    You should have seen our first computer room: three C64 with floppy drives, monitors, and one printer…

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    6 hours ago

    I remember the feeling of the warmth on my face as I went into the computer lab

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    7 hours ago

    The mouse was the rolly ball kind, and you hoped that you were assigned a computer where it still worked properly, or you could arrive in time to grab one where the mouse still worked. Or, if your lunch period coincided with the lab class lunch period, you came in to swap mouses with the bully in the senior class.

    Yeah, you could do the thing where you remove the ball and try to clean it, but that only works so much, and for so many times

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      I had to clean a hundred of them every quarter for a couple of years (work study was in the computer lab).

      Since the build up was oils from people’s hands you needed the right cleaners.

      The balls got tossed into hot soapy water. Soak them for 10 minutes and they came out clean.

      The rollers inside the mice were the worst. They required a Q-tip with some acetone or rubbing alcohol. For the really stubborn ones, I pulled out the naptha.