Wednesday, November 30, 2011

...some things never change.

The Internet has come a looong way. I was too young to remember its early years what with the IRC stuff and all that, but I was right there in the thick of action during its teenage years, and that was when people still used to go to chatrooms, and use ICQ (uh-oh!) and all that.  I had been the first person to register my Hotmail account in my name. Yes, the Original Gangsta, the non-extra-numbers-attached-to-my-Hotmail-address person. All that 2 megabytes of space, belonging to the first doremish to ever claim the account.

I have to say, I am glad that my lack of originality for a clever name is now indicative of foresight. Talk about dumb luck... As any geek would understand, there's always a bit of pride when you are the first one to get your name registered. Forever and ever a big eff-u to all the people of the same name.

Then, slowly, everything required registration. Hotmail's ironically puny inbox started filling up with dozens of emails per day questioning the size of my manhood. If not that, then it's this distressed Nigerian prince that seems to constantly get himself in trouble (well gee if you can't learn from your first mistake, I can't help you, there's no bail out in my book of principles... all about tough love). Next thing you know, Reader's Digest tells me I'm winning millions every day, too. Done are the days of eagerly waiting for one new unread email to pop up - new mails were popping up everyday, and most of it was junk.

An then GMail came along with, gasp, one whole gigabyte. So guess who again eff-u'd all the later-adopters-of-gmail-of-the-same-name? Yeuuuup. So the perfect arrangement was born. An email was sent out to all the 15 whopping contacts in Hotmail to officialize the transition, and it seems to be responded by as many people requesting the sought-after-Gmail-invite.

And Mish called the new gmail account legit; 
and the old hotmail account garbage bin
and Mish saw that it was good.

Alas, insert that same stupid cliché about history repeating itself (if you are bored, wiki Historical Reccurence like I just did, that's another interesting time sink). Even with my best effort of keeping random registrations to Hotmail and real life impacting registrations to Gmail, there are all those "subscriptions" that end up going through Gmail. You want to create a profile on the career website? Sure, we'll send you a Newsletter for some crap every week. Honestly, I think the best way to ensure people don't read the content of your email, is by having "Weekly Update" or "October Newsletter" in your subject line.

My problem now is that, after finding that minuscule link buried in the 176523 words disclaimer that says "unsubscribe", and doing what is necessary to tell them to stop, I keep receiving some of those boring crap.

For me, lately, Internet has been lackluster. There was a long drought of more of the same stuff, and BAM prolification of user-generated contents and everybody's grandmother is on Facebook and following your tweets. But really, except for going to reddit and reading wikipedia, there's hardly anything that gets me excited to go online anymore... my routine became that of cleaning up my inbox (gotta be diligent or otherwise it gets 716523 groupons and travelzoo deals) and a quick scan of facebook (that replaces calling up friends to catch up), maybe the frontpage of reddit.

Maybe I am just getting old and grumpy, and change resistant. It's sad to see that with all those changes, the only thing that stayed with me through thick and thin is that my email inbox is still questioning my manhood (but now it's actually grown to 7GB - the inbox, not my manhood), and Nigeria still has very distressed royalties. Gone are the wild wild west days of Napster and easy p2p sharing, the intimacy of an ICQ Chat (not the uh-oh! one, but the real time one), dingey home-made HTML angelfire websites and the anonymity of your online persona (damn youtube celebrities breaking the 4th wall!).

I kinda miss the good ol' days. What do you miss the most about Ye Olde Internet?


3 comments:

  1. Hahahah, oh Mish..I laughed out loud!! My comments:

    1. Nigerian prince...hahaha
    2. I felt so behind the times when I couldn't get alisha.man@gmail.com as my e-mail address.
    3. I use Gmail and Hotmail for the EXACT same reasons you do. I unsubscribe to all that LinkedIn, Groupon, etc. "spam" though.
    4. "It's actually grown to 7GB..." HAHAHAHA!
    5. I miss how internet was a treat. A luxury. Now it's a bit of a necessary creep tool.

    Hilarious and well-written post. Thanks :)

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  2. Agree with Alisha, this was very entertaining and full of nostalgia. I also use gmail and hotmail for the same reasons but I think I have become far too lenient in my use of my gmail account as now I get a fair amount of spam in it too. Sad days.

    I recall fondly the days when having call waiting was the bane of my life as any of my mom's stupid friends would call, it would destroy the feable 56K connection i had to the internet.

    I also miss the days of IRC (yep I was there for that. I am OLD SCHOOL!) and having your name all in different colours which blew people's minds. "omg, how did you do that?"

    But as much as there are aspects of it you hate, you had to focus not on the negatives, but the positives. Think of all the great videos of stupid people hurting themselves, or all those hilarious cat videos out there. The speed at which I can now steal things from the comfort of my own home (movies, games, software) definitely trumps the tedium of dealing with emails telling me I must increase my bust size and stupid Nigerian princes. Let's be honest, I have zero sympathies for people, let alone nigerians who I've never met.

    A PLAGUE ON BOTH THEIR HOUSES!

    Oh and Alisha, the fact that I cannot post on your blog anonymously or by just typing my name makes me a sad panda. :(

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  3. @James K oh yeah... i always crossed my fingers when i was downloading music that no one would be calling, too. i also found the 56k modem connecting noise oddly comforting.

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