Limewire.
You should look into soulseeked then.
My ex-wife it’s been six years since she left. She cheated on me, got knocked up and took off with the boyfriend.
She was super religious. She treated me like garbage but she prayed all the time.
All this time and sometimes I think of her coming back. I know better but my heart doesn’t.
The smell of leaded gasoline.
The smell of a fine cigar: I quit smoking 14 years ago but I miss that.And I’m 200% sure they were awful.
That 5 minutes of smoking where you don’t do anything but think and enjoy a pieceful smoke… I miss that as well. I quit smoking 4 years ago.
Sitting on the porch with my morning coffee and first smoke of the day during the summer was always a wonderful experience. Doing the same in 30F in the winter, not so much.
You’re making me feel like I miss it but I haven’t even started yet 💀
Don’t.
Because what he left out is that for those 5 minutes of peaceful enjoyable smoking, you have to endure the rest of the day craving, smelling like dog shit, getting an earful from your supervisor at work because you’re constantly out for a smoke, spending your life’s savings at the tobacconist, and driving 20 miles in the middle of the night to find a pack of smokes in a convenience store in the middle of the night when all the other stores are closed. Not to mention long term health issues of course.
That’s an expensive 5 minutes of enjoyment, trust me on that one.
Totally. You’re stressed out if you can smoke at your destination, so you smoke more at home, then one before you get going, one when you arrive, and one before you know if you can smoke there, one again after you realize that there’s a smoking area.
And while it is scientifically proven, that smoking lowers anxiety and stress, the anxiety and stress the abundance of being able to smoke, or even not smoking for some time, causes, is waaaay worse than not smoking in the first place.
Also, you get the exact same effect of 5 minutes relaxation, just by stepping outside, concentrating on your breathing and being in the moment.
Ohhhhhh…
No.
You don’t.
Not even a little bit close
You don’t. If it was as simple, no one would smoke. If tobacco didn’t give you something extra, your body wouldn’t crave it.
My body hated it when I started, but peer pressure was too strong. Then the addiction took over.
Cigarettes is like forcing yourself not going to the toilet, so that when you do, it’s “so nice”. All the rest of the time you just crave shitting/smoking.
The only thing it’s giving you is a craving until the next smoke. That’s it. Those five minutes of “peace” are just a few moments of relief from withdrawal, and 20 minutes later the cycle starts all over again.
Or browsing lemmy on your phone.
Are you sure you’re not just thinking of the smell of carburetor engines? I think I know the smell you’re thinking of and its the exhaust of a vintage carburetor engine.
Was there really a different smell for leaded gasoline?
No, it’s the smell at the pump. Nothing to do with how the engine feeds itself. Yeah, leaded gasoline smelled different. “Sweeter” or something. Maybe it wasn’t the lead, and maybe whatever replaced the lead inside modern gasoline is what smells different, but it definitely isn’t the same.
It’s not like gasoline smelled better, it’s just that I remember smelling that smell when the entire family went on summer holidays and we kids were allowed to stretch our legs while our dad gassed up the car. Good times and good memories!
leaded gasoline
Few memories trigger a nostalgic response in me than this. Ahhh, I’m in heaven
smell is the sense most strongly linked to memory
this might shock you, but I have never smelled leaded gasoline. I’m too young, it got banned before I was born.
what did it smell like?
My first vehicles as an adult in the mid to late 90s. Objectively cheap used jalopies that I bought for a few hundred dollars but were loved because they were mine.
My first car was a 1981 Dodge Aries K-Car. The front bumper got ripped off by a guy running with no headlights while I was delivering pizzas and I literally just threw the bumper on the back seat and continued on with my deliveries, then went to my local pick-a-part and took a replacement off a different one and bolted it on myself. You just couldn’t kill it.
I eventually replaced it with an 1984 Sentra that I bought at auction. I called it the “relationship killer” because the passenger door didn’t open from the outside so there was no way to “open the door for your date to get in first”, and half the time it didn’t go into reverse, so since my dates didn’t know how to drive standard transmissions, they were the one that had to push us out of parking spaces. It honked when turning left for some reason.
My point being, when things were wrong with them, they were cheap enough that you could just go to the local pick-a-part and get replacement parts. If it wasn’t starting for some reason, you could stick a screw driver in the carburetor valve to give it more air. You could “own” and “tinker” on those things in ways that doing so in a new car would terrify us.
Man I had my handful of these end of the line vehicles, loved them. I had one car so beaten up by me and my buddies, when it finally died one day I just left it on the side of the road and never saw it again - couldn’t afford to tow it and fix it and would have cost more than it was worth. I pour out a cold one for you, old ride. That one’s name was Blue Goose.
Those old beaters contain the best memories. Vehicles today are just kind of soulless. (IMO)
A while back I looked down a long street and didn’t see one red car; in fact all the cars were some ‘no color’ neutral shade that wouldn’t offend the next buyer.
My first car was my Dad’s old Chevette: we’d occasionally go on drives with a family of 6 plus dog. 6 people learned to drive a stick on that little car. My brothers and I started learning how to work on cars by installing an eight track player. At one point I replaced the springs and didn’t need a spring compresser. My little brother who got more into fixing cars said it’s great to work on because “it’s the only car I can pull the transmission and hold it one handed while still working on it”.
Even at the time, we all knew it was a crappy car, but we all learned to drive on it, all learned to fix cars on it, and we kept it on the road far longer than it deserved, with far more miles.
Old school 4chan
I loved those things when I was a kid. So much fun to throw. We also had metal horse shoes
Are there plastic horse shoes now?
E-cards. I got at least some cards for my birthday…
Highlander III
I don’t think I’ve seen it since it was in theaters!
My memory is that it was fun to go see with a friend, but haven’t had the urge to rewatch it since while I’ve watched the first over a dozen times and watched the alternate cuts of the second.
The first was a masterpiece
Highlander III Part 1?
Highlander III, the Pre-Prequel
Life before cellphones and internet.
Did you know in 1990 only .25% of the world’s population (12.5 million) had cellphones and only .05% (2.8 million) had internet?
It feels like we sacrificed local community and connection for global information overload and disconnection sometimes.
Oh we killed local community before that
Suburbs and freeways, man. :(
in 1990… only .05% (2.8 million) had internet?
In 1990, the World Wide Web wasn’t even available outside of CERN/university usage yet. That didn’t become widely available to the public until 1993, and the first ISP would have only been established a year prior, in 1989.
Internet is the interconnected networks and WWW is the open system of interconnected pages that that can be accessed through internet.
Before WWW you had online portals and BBS.
Its is more like saying that cars existed and were used before of the production of the Ford Model T.
GenX, here. You are so very, very wrong. Phones and internet have made anxiety disorders endemic. We’re constantly bombarded with information, alerts, opinions, information and misinformation…
Young people have never experienced what it’s like to have privacy. To leave the house and be totally unreachable. To get answering machine messages that you had no obligation to immediately respond to.
I’m in big tech and helped develop all this shit. We made it addictive on purpose. I’d love to go back to how things were in the 90s, and I’m not waxing nostalgic. Things were objectively better before all this crap.
meh. yeah it’s been bad for mental health but… what did you read while shitting, the back of the shampoo bottle?
Sometimes yeah, or your bathroom had a magazine rack
Been talking about this a lot lately. Older millennial here. I loved that brief little slice of time I got to experience, when DSL / cable was around and no longer “pay by the minute” and someone answering a phone wouldn’t kick you off.
Web pages loaded fast enough. They were fine. Downloads? Just be patient. No problem. WoW and friends, Unreal Tournament, Battlefield 2142, all ran just fine.
But mostly…
I miss when the Internet was a place you went all its own, it wasn’t everywhere, it wasn’t inside of literally everything. You had to “visit” it. Logging on meant you could also log off. It didn’t follow your every move.
Handheld game consoles were still airgapped, the main ones had it optional.
People had blogs for fun, they used the web to express themselves and share ideas and stupid subcultures and memes. It didn’t “matter.”
It wasn’t “the commercial internet.” It was just The Web. It was somewhere else.
Everything wasn’t built on inescapable addiction algorithms that follow you everywhere, and have already your shadow identity shared to innumerable servers because someone knows someone who used one of those services and you were in a group picture once.
For the younger kids, there was a time when your entire life from birth wasn’t shared without your consent for the world to see. (How many people really understood privacy?)
Disconnecting now feels more impossible than ever, it takes a huge effort not unlike fasting, and mental overload is the norm.
So much of it is just corporatized, weaponized, and predatory.
I don’t think you understand what anxiety is if you think being totally unreachable as a solution to modern anxiety…
I’m gonna venture he means being totally unreachable…
… by your boss on your day off.
Nah. “Young people have never experienced what it’s like to have privacy. To leave the house and be totally unreachable…”
That is explicitly what OP said. To be totally unreachable in the literal sense can easily be a source of anxiety on its own.
Ah I see, yeah you’re right!
That is something that occurs to me too. It’s weird to me now, imagining couples separating to go to work or whatever, and you just gotta believe everything is gonna be fine, and if there were an emergency, someone has to be near the right landline.
Although I grew up with earlier cellphones and pagers, I got my first cell way later than a lot of highschool kids.
But yes, definitely, If me and my wife couldn’t reach each other during the day, that’d be a ton of anxiety! The world’s too insane these days to not have rapid communication on hand.
I only wish technology evolved as a tool for the user and the people, rather than primarily as content consumption and surveillance devices.
Then it would be more normal to have a setup like we do: We chat on Signal and can send our location voluntarily and it stays between us, without a dozen third parties quietly listening in, analyzing, and selling that information.
I do however, think there would also be a certain serene peace in being unreachable by undesirable contacts but not by loved ones.
For example, it’s dystopian how non-emergency jobs evolved to expect that they can just zip a message to you whenever they feel like, and you’re almost coerced to receive it and respond, and setting boundaries against that can be risky. It brings an unwanted cop or nanny into our personal lives.
I’m a millennial who’s old enough to remember those days. It’s an absolutely huge difference, though at least if you’re expecting a phone call, you don’t have to scuttle your whole day sitting by the landline.
Maybe I am, but I don’t think so. I’m a Xennial and also workin tech. You and I feel the same but I don’t think we’re in the majority. It might not be 90% but I think we are the ever shrinking minority that feels this way.
Heh. I read the title of this post backwards. You and I are saying the same thing!
In 1990 my father negotiated a new contract for himself, with IBM. He’s a computer programmer consultant that can program in 72 languages including Cobol and Lisp.
The one thing he absolutely insisted upon was that he wouldn’t have to carry a pager. He still refuses to carry a cell phone.
The more people know about tech, the more they want to avoid it.
The one thing he absolutely insisted upon was that he wouldn’t have to carry a pager. He still refuses to carry a cell phone.
I’ve recently started a new job, and it’s the first I was unable to negotiate no pager, but I was a ‘motivated applicant’.
Wow, does it suck. This is also the LAST job I will have with an expectation of interrupted sleep and never-fucking-ending weekend bullshit. I will frame it as a reliability/change-control question that if after-hours changes are required, then the customer has a broken H.A set-up.
Candy cigarettes.
Bad tasting sugar. Trains you for holding a real one.
But they were at the gas station a mile from home and near a park. Freedom from family and responsibilities. Just spending time with friends, eating candy, enjoying the sun shine. Dreaming of smoking.
Let’s make it 100%. Dial up noise, window XP startup and shutdown tune
Nah they had a vibe, no shame in enjoying them
A buddy of mine owned a video game store that I worked at for a bit. The pay was crappy and the hours were unstable and random, but I do miss working there.
As a teen, I worked at a restaurant as a cook. The pay was terrible, the hours were unforgiving, the amount of cuts, bruises, and burns I got deserved hazard pay, and my coworkers were overly dramatic backstabbers. Liked the cooking and getting through a huge rush of customers, loved that when I left for the day my responsibilities and thoughts about work were behind me.
I worked at a fast food joint in the early 90s where often I was the only person running the kitchen during lunch rush because we were understaffed. It was hectic and utterly batshit and the pay was minimum wage, but those times when we were super busy I felt like a goddamned superhero because I would just get into the zone and be the eye of the hurricane managing the chaos with grace and elegance. It felt so damned good during but especially after. It was a shit job and I was glad to move on to something better, but it had its moments.
Right?! I totally understand that. The place I worked at was a diner, and weekend breakfast rush was always insane. Would go through hundreds of eggs in a single shift to the point the grill would actually cool off if we went through them too fast. We’d always get a few stacks out and ready for whoever was on the grill, because that was the one position that you had no time to do anything except attend to what’s in front of you. But if we went to fast, we’d be using eggs that came straight from the fridge. I loved being on egg grill duty because I had only one job, no other responsibilities, people brought things to you, and I was damn good at it.
Yeah, I also see the appeal of just having one job and being able to focus utterly on that. In my case I was running the grill and making the sandwiches too, so I had to switch between them regularly without messing up orders or letting the meat cook too long and with frequent interruptions to run to the opposite end of the store to grab a new box of burgers from the freezer, and it was kind of the combination of doing multiple different things that kind of coalesced into the idea of being the calm amidst the chaos and somehow getting all of it right.
Yeah, I can see this. My analogy was working in a campus dining hall. Everyone else hated working dish room but I loved it. So satisfying to keep up with a lunch rush, feed the machine as fast as people got done eating.
The floor was always covered with slime and water, but once I learned to walk on it, I could walk on anything without slipping for years after. It was noisy and hectic and rushed, but we could skate in with a huge cart of dishes and gave the satisfaction of turning into clean dishes and going back out almost as fast. Speed was paramount so even if you dumped a cart of hundreds of dishes, that’s just teasing, clean it up and work even faster to catch up again. FOOD FIGHTS! Every day someone would start a food fight in the dishroom, but since we were all covered in mess anyway no one cared. I remember it as a fun break from studying, with side effects for great balance and handling slippery floors. I imagine my roommate remembers a lot more stench on me and my clothes than I ever noticed, and I’m sure it would have been a horrible job if it lasted longer or if I had to work more hours.
I do miss stores like that. We had so many random stores like video games, comic book stores, record stores and things like that. Even then, they wouldn’t get rich there, but they at least seemed passionate about what they sold and their store was also kind of a hangout spot. Now rent has gone up like crazy and they got replaced by apple stores and other garbage shops.
I worked at a dial-up ISP in the late 1990s and it was the most enjoyable job I’ve ever had (it also helped considerably that we could smoke inside). Sadly it paid really poorly and they weren’t willing to make me full-time because of budgetary concerns, so I was ultimately forced to take a job that paid double and had great benefits but that I hated.
Hey OP, limewire lives on in Soulseek
It’s still running to this day, i use it alll the time
I’ll check it out!
How safe is it compared to limewire? Like how do they ensure everything is what they say it is and not something malicious is misleading?
No it’s p2p foss
If you scan your downloads it should be fine
Soulseek itself is FOSS, it’s fine. If you’re worried about the other person’s downloads, just practice safety. It doesn’t hide extensions, so no worries about
elmos-got-a-gun-weird-al.mp3.exemaking your system run cryptominers.
I’ve dabbled with slsk.
Is there any option to run it in docker on something like a NAS?
Undertale fandom — I’m no longer part of it, I’m not interested in becoming part of it again, and it was awful, but I kinda miss it.
My alcohol addiction
Especially in our current timeline. My alcoholic tendencies are at an all time high. Sigh.
But damn it feels better than being sober and seeing the idiotic timeline come to pass.
I felt this one in my bones.
If you’re drinking you’re spending time and money that could be used for better purposes.
DM me if you want help.
This stupid timeline doesn’t deserve the benefit of sobriety.
No, you deserve the benefits of sobriety.
Sorry bub, but I do not exist in isolation from reality.
So, you’re saying that the money you could be sending to refugee kids is better spent buying you booze?
don’t listen to this guy, dm me your drinking money, that’ll take care of it.
promise to uh steward that resource ahem responsibly hic
It makes your personal timeline worse, unfortunately. I know it’s hard to believe, but sobriety can make life significantly more tolerable. The problems are still very much there, but most of the underlying anxiety is caused by the alcohol, not treated by it.
It’s like cigarettes - it only feels so good because first it made you feel worse. It’s not even just withdrawal, it’s craving. When you believe you have a “make everything better” button, it is really hard not to push it.
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