One thing the 90s got right was how horrific it is to answer email

I was astonished to meet more than ten people who believed the Trash on a Mac was a perfectly normal place to store important files and had entire filing systems in there. (I met them generally because they were mad that they had accidentally emptied the trash and that the trash was not backed up.)

In 1998, I stayed online for over 20 hours straight and got a warning email from my ISP

I'm taking performance enhancing drugs for posting

started humming this to the tune of beauty & the beast’s ‘be my guest’ and now I have to infect the world with it

I love how people keep finding ways to break the app and then tagging the devs like a cat gifting it's beloved caretaker a dead bird

[as the titanic sinks]

bandleader: now we'd like to play something off our new album

guy clinging to railing: boooooooo

“Dick Institute: not too busy” has finally beaten “for sale: baby shoes, never worn”