Possibly one of the few survivors of that period: http://www.milliondollarhomepage.com/

I feel like video rolling onto the scene was the beginning of the end. I don’t like video as a medium, so that’s an easy place for me to draw the line. Before Youtube&co link zines and blogs would link to other readable stuff. Sometimes it had pictures, but it was complex and thought out (usually). Over time, as monetization become more of a thing, Youtube became more of a thing, along with influencers and unskipable ads. And here we are.

The thing I remember most about the early internet was staking out your own weird little corners. There wasn’t much of any “everything” site yet, so you’d find the things that appealed to you and settle there.

A lot of my early tastes in indie and experimental music were formed by the Music message board on GameFAQs. I was already going there for the walkthroughs and found my way to some of the under-populated, miscellaneous boards.

You experienced meeting people with names (even if just pseudonyms) and ideas that weren’t just blended into an algorithmic slurry.

It’s why I like Lemmy, I can feel a bit of that here. Still, I have a hard time surrendering things like Twitter and moved instantly to Bluesky where I continue the trend …

No mods I’m the 2000-2010s? What are you on about?

Other than that, the old net was populated with personal sites maintained by hobbyists and fellow nerds. GeoCities was the place to hang and share. It was open and it was free. I miss it terribly. I miss the feeling of progression instead of recession. I miss looking at mediocre art and knowing somebody poured a piece of their soul there, or reading an article and knowing its mildly informative contents were stitched together by someone who at least gave half a shit.

Oh, the things we have become.

NomadNet on Reticulum has an old internet vibe. Anonymity and markdown “web pages”.

Yes and no. I had a friend who was an extremely talented info sec person who left several forums and irc because they were sick of hearing slurs related to their identity. Maybe people would have not made these slurs, had they known. It’s more telling who we were, when it wasn’t known.

I’ve been an Internet user since 1995. Gather round the fire, kids, and let me tell you stories about a place called Stile Project, old tales about Fatty Big-Eye and his friend Bruce, and how everyone used the f slur like it was their first name!