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What are you not nostalgic for? (kbin.melroy.org)

submitted 2 weeks ago by Pyrin@kbin.melroy.org to c/asklemmy@lemmy.ml

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I don't miss dial-up internet, I just don't. I don't even like the sound because it's just digital screeches and it's a sound that makes me cringe a little upon hearing it. Because I remember the times when I'd be listening to music with headphones with volume high and then that fucking digital screech just blares into my ears.

I don't miss waiting 30 minutes to load a page. I don't miss a bit of it.

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[–] tetris11@lemmy.ml 9 points 2 weeks ago* (last edited 2 weeks ago)

I miss that. You would go to someone's indoor wedding, and one half of the room just would not be visible.

It gave the disco lights way more flair when passing through a high smoke cloud. Yes, we have fog machines now, but they're typically more to your knees, it's a different effect.

Plus you could tell which tables were discussing the heavy politics based on the thickness of the smoke above the table. The weakass smoke-free tables was where the dull-minded sat, saying nothing of consequence.