a winding goodbye post for cohost, which i enjoyed lurking very much and would have gotten around to posting if i'd had more time
i was so young when dial-up was around that i remember my mom giving me access to her instant messenger (yahoo?), me clicking every single colorful emoji in the list, and promptly crashing our internet for several hours. i don't really remember dial-up internet. i remember the sound as a re-telling of that era, and i remember the stories my parents told me. but despite not really having experienced dial-up internet myself, i do feel a fondness and longing for it, and the culture that surrounded it. i feel nostalgic for dial-up internet. but it isn't my history, per se.
this has happened to me a few different ways. i ran into an old dreamcast bulletin board a while back (btw if it redirects you to https, you don't get images or css) and got punched square in the