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Off topic, but I rarely get to answer the phone these days. Not through choice, but ever since I enabled the automatic blocking of withheld numbers it has made my life so much quieter. That, and my workplace only ever calls out from a withheld number, which is fuckin’ magic.
In ye olde days though, our household used to answer with the name of the town and the three digit identifying number for that line.
Stuff that would only ever happen in the 2000’s right there. Back when it was “normal” to text your so-called number neighbours - the number one digit above and below yours.
Now, people are a little bit more switched on so would probably think it’s a phishing scheme, or devices would probably screen it out as a scam.
It used to be the first thing you checked on 56k.
Hold tab for the score and stats, see if your pingtime was under 350, and crack on.
There was a certain art to playing as an HPB, especially when ISDN or leased lines were the domain of the rich and famous… and students.
These days, it seems that anything over 30 is… suboptimal, and only single digit pingtimes are good enough for competitive non-LAN play.
That said, before multiplayer was centralised, you checked the server pingtime before joining the server. Private servers seem to be a dying breed now.
Dw i’n hoffi coffi, achos mae’n gret!
Literal minutes of Welsh study proving their worth there
What’s the most hilariously awkward lengths someone who is uncomfortable around trans folk has gone to, to try and appear normal and not offend you?
Or, from a nicer viewpoint, have you been surprised by any thoughtful gestures or support given to you without prompting?
Fuck the Shetlanders as well I suppose 😂
A beautiful view all the same.
My colleague’s lad has randomly started telling anyone who will listen: “my mum’s getting new boobies”.
This lady is in fact not getting new boobies, and they’re both at a loss as to why the kid has suddenly decided that, and why he has chosen to announce it.
Legend.
I think anyone living on or near a Canal Street/Drive/Road/Wharf/etc know the value of someone with a bit of tape or a coin and some time to kill.