For a while, I would go to bed at the normal time for like a 12 year-old, and then I would wake up at three o’clock in the morning, head downstairs, plug in the modem, dial into one of these BBSes, and spend a couple of hours chatting with strangers, before packing it up around five AM and going back to bed.
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A bunch of us met up on New Year’s Eve 1996 at the show at Roseland in New York. And you know, it was so hard for me to explain to people that I was going to go meet people from the Internet and no they weren’t going to murder me, you know.
My little stupid home page or whatever was limited by my lack of skill. It wasn’t as dynamic or as interesting or as exciting as Facebook is. But I made it. You know what I mean? Like I made it myself.
I had no idea what it was. You know like… Nobody could tell you what the Internet was, you had to experience it for yourself. And I was reading things like like Zen and the Art of the Internet trying to piece together what does the—what is this thing?
It was hard to get a sense of…the size or the scope of it, because you were just looking at essentially…like a typed mimeograph on a screen, and you were like…okay, what’s the big deal?