FoxTrot Classics by Bill Amend for February 18, 2019

oh, the good ol’ days of dial-up Internet which tied up the phone line

Wow, I could have done without that reminder. It was worse with call waiting. But with the right stuff you could download to cassette tape.

I cannot believe it, the first thing that comes is spam.

I remember those days of 1200 baud modems. Every technician at my service provider had a different setup string for programming the damned thing.

Ah- the days of dial up. Click- whiirrrrrr- eeeeeeee- bong bong bong- krrrkrkrkrkrkrkr-The first time I saw the the internet demonstrated was at an old friend’s house. I sat and watched AOL go through it’s routine while my friend went to the kitchen and made an entire pot of coffee. Coffee was ready and we still hadn’t gotten through.

Zero new messages. That’s good news these days.

Good thing I have spam.

The ones who would have sent her messages couldn’t get on, either.

Is this an arc where they replace the computer?

I didn’t worry about getting hacked when I was on Compuserve! Seems like I remember paying $2.00 for 8 minutes of time per month and that was enough! Wasn’t that about 20 years ago? What we have today is pretty amazing when you think about it.

Incidentally, I just got phone spam that I can’t delete for some reason.

This is before the spammers invaded the email system.

Wow. A CompuServe reference. I remember when I got my CIS account and thought I was somebody to get one. Would’ve been around the time of this strip (1997). Ah, good times, good times…

Ha ha. If I don’t check in a few hours, I have hundreds

Ah! The good ol’ days of dial up internet!

That loud crash?

Heh heh…

She defenestrated her windows.

TEMPLO S.U.D. Oh the good old days of hardly any emails, and what you got was from somebody you knew. Right now there are 400 emails in my box, mostly junk.

We are so blessed today and this generation complains the most.

Connections were so slow that there was a software that showed jokes and fun facts while the next screen displayed. It was called Zing, I believe – small wonder it’s now defunct and long forgotten, thank God.