First: SLIP. Serial Line Internet Protocol. I didn’t know anyone who knew that abbreviation was capable of misspelling it that way.
Second, it was possible to use a shell account as a real Internet connection, using something like Slirp. It’s more limited than a full-featured Internet account, but so’s using the Internet behind NAT.
So, sure, it’s possible they didn’t know that, but the capacity was certainly there.
There’s a guy named Rob who I used to go to high school with. We played video games on the weekends. He moved to Minnesota after college and became an insurance analyst of some sort, then we lost touch.
After a few years, he decided to write a novel. So he did, and he self-published it via Amazon. A few months later, he was able to quit his insurance job and write full time, and now he’s published 20-something books. A few years ago, I found him through Facebook and gave one of his books a try. I’ve been hooked ever since. His most recent work came out last night and was waiting on my Kindle when I went to bed.
You couldn’t do any of that in the 1990s.
As this is the SD, there cannot be a nit that can’t be left unpicked.
1987, hijacked and flew into the ground.
Sure, it was a suicide and not a terror attack, but I’m sure the 42 other people on the plane didn’t care about that distinction.
Reminiscing about the 90’s… how could it all the sudden be 20 years later?
I remember it was a bash to see all these new technologies come out and try to stay ahead of the curve like all the cool kids. The Interweb was more of an underground thing back then. Not everybody had access to it, or if they did, they weren’t sure what to do with it. It wasn’t as user-friendly as it is nowadays.
As a result of the “underground” feeling, I met new friends online and partied my ass off. I was kind of a local legend. Nowadays, diabetes says uh-uh, and I’m paying the wages of sin. Back then, I could be weird and horrifying, but so were all the other techies who wanted to shed their nerd image. I can’t be that way anymore with employers and family members able to see my dark side just by Googling me. I helped raise the beast, and now it consumes me.
I wrote 4 and 8 tracks music mods and put them up in every BBS I could find. They’d wind up in German shareware CDs. Nowadays, music technology is much more advanced to the point where tablets have replaced recording studios. I thought I was ahead of the times, but I was quickly surpassed, and now I’m a relic.
It’s been a long, strange trip.
At what point? The beginning of the decade probably had stuff like smallish 16-color EGA digitized photos, while by the end, it wasn’t uncommon to have various full color photos in relatively high resolution - 640x480 up to 1024x768 with anywhere between 65k-32 million colors.
You could buy relatively inexpensive digital cameras by the latter half of the decade that might have a megapixel of resolution with 32 million colors.
In the mid-1990s, I think it was about 1996, I sent an e-mail to my father, still alive back then, for the first time. He did not have an account or a computer, but the TV station where he worked had an account. From what I could figure, it was a company account that everyone could use. I sent it there so they could print it out and give it to him. Whoa! Modern technology! What a trip!
The 90’s were a great time to have the majority of your portfolio in the $tock market.