There was a time when the internet had a place in the home; a corner, a schedule, a shared practice. That idea didn't vanish overnight. It came apart gradually, and left something behind.
I lived in a very rural area and we had dial-up until 2010, so I had specific times where I could get on the internet because it wouldn’t interfere with telephone calls.
Our internet worked differently. If I was connected and someone picked up the phone, the internet wouldn’t cut off but the phone would screech that internet sound. Then my mum would scream at me to disconnect so she can call Aunt Marja-Terttu. I’d of course protest, I was in the middle of a match or whatever, she’d had to wait 10 minutes! But no, she had to make the call NOW and the computer was paid by my parents anyway so I should do as I was told.
I lived in a very rural area and we had dial-up until 2010, so I had specific times where I could get on the internet because it wouldn’t interfere with telephone calls.
I remember getting booted out of Warcraft 3 online matches because my mom had to use the phone
Our internet worked differently. If I was connected and someone picked up the phone, the internet wouldn’t cut off but the phone would screech that internet sound. Then my mum would scream at me to disconnect so she can call Aunt Marja-Terttu. I’d of course protest, I was in the middle of a match or whatever, she’d had to wait 10 minutes! But no, she had to make the call NOW and the computer was paid by my parents anyway so I should do as I was told.
Ah, good times.