Limewire.
I miss old PC Games from the early 90’s.
I’ve reinstalled all that I remember and they sucked, but back then, they didn’t.Check out the remake of C&C!
Also Commandos still rock IMO!
I played through it recently. It is one of the few EA titles where I will concede that they did a good job and that I feel I got my moneys worth.
NHL Hockey 95 was really good!
Some of them got open sourced btw:
https://store.steampowered.com/news/app/2229890/view/502818210084553731?l=english
Try age of empires too!
Police Quest.
Oh god, those old adventure games.
Where doing things in the wrong order (which was explained nowhere) would lead to permadeath, or worse, getting stuck with no way to progress and no hint what you missed in a previous area you can’t return to.
All I remember from police quest is getting killed or fired for missing a step at a routine traffic stop, or forgetting to check the tire pressure every time you start driving.
In Leisure Suit Larry 1 you straight up get killed without warning if you step onto a street (run over by a car) or into a back alley (mugged and clubbed to death), or take a cab with wine in your inventory (cab driver takes it, drinks it and crashes).
Fun times!
Worms!
Although I just looked that one up and they have been making new versions of it continuously so I don’t know if it really counts as an old 90s game anymore.
It counts as a 90s game, but not an early 90s game.
Games really started to get much, MUCH better in '94 and '95.
One of my friends found his old Gamecube with a copy of 007! So of course we had to have all the boys over to have a little tournament complete with 2 liter sodas and chips and cheap pizza.
Man I forgot how rough around the edges those earlier FPS games really were. They were super bare bones, with janky at best controls, and mediocre hit registration. At least the maps were still good.
I don’t know about early 90’s, but games from mid and late 90’s are bangers.
From early 90’s it’s probably just Wolfenstein 3D and Doom that were very good.
The best game of the early 90s was “Das Schwarze Auge: Die Schicksalsklinge” (later translated and re-released with dumbed-down mechanics as “Realms of Arkania: Blade of Destiny”), and I’m willing to die on that hill.
Doom was '95
It was released in late '93.
Ah ok my mistake, thanks, must have been thinking of Rise of the Triad
The smell of leaded gasoline.
The smell of a fine cigar: I quit smoking 14 years ago but I miss that.And I’m 200% sure they were awful.
That 5 minutes of smoking where you don’t do anything but think and enjoy a pieceful smoke… I miss that as well. I quit smoking 4 years ago.
You’re making me feel like I miss it but I haven’t even started yet 💀
Don’t.
Because what he left out is that for those 5 minutes of peaceful enjoyable smoking, you have to endure the rest of the day craving, smelling like dog shit, getting an earful from your supervisor at work because you’re constantly out for a smoke, spending your life’s savings at the tobacconist, and driving 20 miles in the middle of the night to find a pack of smokes in a convenience store in the middle of the night when all the other stores are closed. Not to mention long term health issues of course.
That’s an expensive 5 minutes of enjoyment, trust me on that one.
Also, you get the exact same effect of 5 minutes relaxation, just by stepping outside, concentrating on your breathing and being in the moment.
You don’t. If it was as simple, no one would smoke. If tobacco didn’t give you something extra, your body wouldn’t crave it.
Cigarettes is like forcing yourself not going to the toilet, so that when you do, it’s “so nice”. All the rest of the time you just crave shitting/smoking.
My body hated it when I started, but peer pressure was too strong. Then the addiction took over.
The only thing it’s giving you is a craving until the next smoke. That’s it. Those five minutes of “peace” are just a few moments of relief from withdrawal, and 20 minutes later the cycle starts all over again.
Ohhhhhh…
No.
You don’t.
Not even a little bit close
Or browsing lemmy on your phone.
Totally. You’re stressed out if you can smoke at your destination, so you smoke more at home, then one before you get going, one when you arrive, and one before you know if you can smoke there, one again after you realize that there’s a smoking area.
And while it is scientifically proven, that smoking lowers anxiety and stress, the anxiety and stress the abundance of being able to smoke, or even not smoking for some time, causes, is waaaay worse than not smoking in the first place.
Sitting on the porch with my morning coffee and first smoke of the day during the summer was always a wonderful experience. Doing the same in 30F in the winter, not so much.
leaded gasoline
Few memories trigger a nostalgic response in me than this. Ahhh, I’m in heaven
smell is the sense most strongly linked to memory
Are you sure you’re not just thinking of the smell of carburetor engines? I think I know the smell you’re thinking of and its the exhaust of a vintage carburetor engine.
Was there really a different smell for leaded gasoline?
No, it’s the smell at the pump. Nothing to do with how the engine feeds itself. Yeah, leaded gasoline smelled different. “Sweeter” or something. Maybe it wasn’t the lead, and maybe whatever replaced the lead inside modern gasoline is what smells different, but it definitely isn’t the same.
It’s not like gasoline smelled better, it’s just that I remember smelling that smell when the entire family went on summer holidays and we kids were allowed to stretch our legs while our dad gassed up the car. Good times and good memories!
this might shock you, but I have never smelled leaded gasoline. I’m too young, it got banned before I was born.
what did it smell like?
Working in a bar
I love people. I’m a people-person, but I kno know that I am remembering it through rose-tinted lenses
Most customers were average, a few were great, a fair number were dicks
But the hours, the late nights, the cost to my own social life, the lousy pay, the inability to eat normal meals at normal times, all of that shit takes a toll
But I still have some fond memories and occasionally think about opening a bar with my woman
Oh, and I was running a place with a long-term partner. Doing that shit was the final nail in the coffin of our relationship, so fuck that…
Great answer, exactly the kind I was looking for.
Good Bartenders make a place.
We Salute You.
Windows XP.
A security nightmare, had more unfinished backends than a plexiglass gloryhole… But goddamn could that machine run
Windows ME too. Or maybe it was just playing Red Alert 2 on it.
That was my first Windows and it was unstable as hell. Barely had anything installed on that PC and yet it had random blue screens and crap like that. Really scared me as a PC beginner.
I was an 80’s kid, and we had the best Saturday morning cartoons.
Transformers, GI Joe, Scooby Doo, Thundar the Barbarian, Spider-Man and his Amazing Friends, Superfriends, Hurculoids, etc.I loved Saturday morning cartoons! I used to get up at 630 to watch them all. It made me so happy 😊
Connecting to dialup and listening to computers scream at each other over the phone line.
Yes that was bad. And it was always so loud for some reason. But I’d argue better than waiting in silence.
I’d agree. I kind of developed a Pavlovian response of excitement to the noise. Back then though, the Internet was nothing like it is now though. There was a time when we didn’t even have websites, we had stuff like Internet Relay Chat (still around actually), Usenet, and subscription services like America Online. There was Gopher, but it really wasn’t the same as the web.
Funny enough, Usenet is still around too, it’s used as an alternative to BitTorrent for sharing pirated stuff.
So is Gopher
The “you got mail” was also part of that response for me since it indicated a connection.
Good old AOL…
Trusting the government
Ha. Very true. The people that were clued in knew you couldn’t trust the gov’t, but the lack of easy information meant most people had no idea.
Reddit.
Life before cellphones and internet.
Did you know in 1990 only .25% of the world’s population (12.5 million) had cellphones and only .05% (2.8 million) had internet?
It feels like we sacrificed local community and connection for global information overload and disconnection sometimes.
GenX, here. You are so very, very wrong. Phones and internet have made anxiety disorders endemic. We’re constantly bombarded with information, alerts, opinions, information and misinformation…
Young people have never experienced what it’s like to have privacy. To leave the house and be totally unreachable. To get answering machine messages that you had no obligation to immediately respond to.
I’m in big tech and helped develop all this shit. We made it addictive on purpose. I’d love to go back to how things were in the 90s, and I’m not waxing nostalgic. Things were objectively better before all this crap.
I’m a millennial who’s old enough to remember those days. It’s an absolutely huge difference, though at least if you’re expecting a phone call, you don’t have to scuttle your whole day sitting by the landline.
Been talking about this a lot lately. Older millennial here. I loved that brief little slice of time I got to experience, when DSL / cable was around and no longer “pay by the minute” and someone answering a phone wouldn’t kick you off.
Web pages loaded fast enough. They were fine. Downloads? Just be patient. No problem. WoW and friends, Unreal Tournament, Battlefield 2142, all ran just fine.
But mostly…
I miss when the Internet was a place you went all its own, it wasn’t everywhere, it wasn’t inside of literally everything. You had to “visit” it. Logging on meant you could also log off. It didn’t follow your every move.
Handheld game consoles were still airgapped, the main ones had it optional.
People had blogs for fun, they used the web to express themselves and share ideas and stupid subcultures and memes. It didn’t “matter.”
It wasn’t “the commercial internet.” It was just The Web. It was somewhere else.
Everything wasn’t built on inescapable addiction algorithms that follow you everywhere, and have already your shadow identity shared to innumerable servers because someone knows someone who used one of those services and you were in a group picture once.
For the younger kids, there was a time when your entire life from birth wasn’t shared without your consent for the world to see. (How many people really understood privacy settings anyway?)
Disconnecting now feels more impossible than ever, it takes a huge effort not unlike fasting, and mental overload is the norm.
So much of it is just corporatized, weaponized, and predatory.
I don’t think you understand what anxiety is if you think being totally unreachable as a solution to modern anxiety…
I’m gonna venture he means being totally unreachable…
… by your boss on your day off.
Nah. “Young people have never experienced what it’s like to have privacy. To leave the house and be totally unreachable…”
That is explicitly what OP said. To be totally unreachable in the literal sense can easily be a source of anxiety on its own.
meh. yeah it’s been bad for mental health but… what did you read while shitting, the back of the shampoo bottle?
Sometimes yeah, or your bathroom had a magazine rack
Maybe I am, but I don’t think so. I’m a Xennial and also workin tech. You and I feel the same but I don’t think we’re in the majority. It might not be 90% but I think we are the ever shrinking minority that feels this way.
Heh. I read the title of this post backwards. You and I are saying the same thing!
Oh we killed local community before that
Suburbs and freeways, man. :(
In 1990 my father negotiated a new contract for himself, with IBM. He’s a computer programmer consultant that can program in 72 languages including Cobol and Lisp.
The one thing he absolutely insisted upon was that he wouldn’t have to carry a pager. He still refuses to carry a cell phone.
The one thing he absolutely insisted upon was that he wouldn’t have to carry a pager. He still refuses to carry a cell phone.
I’ve recently started a new job, and it’s the first I was unable to negotiate no pager, but I was a ‘motivated applicant’.
Wow, does it suck. This is also the LAST job I will have with an expectation of interrupted sleep and never-fucking-ending weekend bullshit. I will frame it as a reliability/change-control question that if after-hours changes are required, then the customer has a broken H.A set-up.
The more people know about tech, the more they want to avoid it.
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in 1990… only .05% (2.8 million) had internet?
In 1990, the World Wide Web wasn’t even available outside of CERN/university usage yet. That didn’t become widely available to the public until 1993, and the first ISP would have only been established a year prior, in 1989.
This, to me, is like saying originally that only Edison had light bulbs in January of 1880.
Internet is the interconnected networks and WWW is the open system of interconnected pages that can be accessed through internet.
Before WWW you had online portals and BBS.
Its is more like saying that cars existed and were used before of the production of the Ford Model T.
We got broadband super early for the UK, I think around late 2000, as my dad was part of the 21CN team at BT.
It was surreal how fast that seemed back then and being an 11 year old kid with that instant access to a whole web that seemed almost exclusively populated by adults if not late teens at that moment.
Those square pizzas in the school lunchroom.
I raise you the hexagonal “Mexican” pizza’s
I remember choking those babies down. Definitely not my fave, but I made it work.
They don’t sell Totinos Party Pizza in your area?
Biggest false equivalence ever. :D
Being able to eat, like, 8 meals a day and not feel like shit that night or the next day.
At some point my metabolism finally started to slow down.
I had the “hollow leg” of my youth clear into my 40s. But by 45 I could feel it noticeably collapsing, and by the age of 50 it was almost completely gone.
In my late 20s I polished off 7 full racks of ribs in one sitting. These days I have trouble getting completely through one full rack.
7 racks? Wtf?
Yyyyyyup. Baby back ribs, my absolute favourite.
First time I ever had racks outside of home, was at a local restaurant called Kelly O’Bryans. I was in my mid-20s at the time. Decided to “Irish size” the order to two racks, not aware that they were already running a special that doubled the racks. Entire party stared in shock when four f**king racks came out balanced on a single platter. And I ate them all. Including all of the pachos (cross-cut fries with a house dip sauce).
Second time was when Montanas came to town a few years later. At the time they were still doing six bones a refill, instead of the current 3-4. Had the whole initial rack (something they also stopped doing, only half a rack to start these days) and then did 12 refills. So seven full racks of ribs. I still have that receipt somewhere filed away in my bookkeeping.
I was the same, but now that I’m working my ass off at 54, I struggle to get enough calories down the hatch. Feel like I’m 20 again.
at 54,
What, your body isn’t sounding like Rice Crispies every time you move? 🤣🤣🤣
Pizza. Nightly.
Come to think of it, I miss school and I miss the military. They were both godawful, but I was young.
You miss consistent structure
Nah. I just miss my youth.
That’s a midlife crisis
You can miss something without being in a crisis lol
I’m way past that point.
Missing your youth first hits you when you start having small health issues you didn’t have before. And then it gradually gets worse. There’s no crisis about it.
There’s a reason it’s called the dirty thirties
Being absolutely sure about everything.
Kids can be so annoying with that.
Not just kids…
Like many others have said, the old, lost internet was really something special. Every website was crude and janky, poorly formatted for some specific resolution that you weren’t using, and both animated clipart and midis were exciting to collect. There were websites dedicated to them. My brother and I used to fill folders on our desktop with sparkling or flaming banners, signs that read “Under Construction” and more. Same with midis. I’ll never forget the first time I discovered Sublime’s Santaria in midi form. It may have been my first favorite song.
I wish I could properly articulate what that all felt like. It was a similar feeling to collecting Pokémon cards as a kid. Everything was just a neat spectacle on the mid-90s internet. Then over time, as everything modernized and monetized, it lost that weird magic and became what it is today. I can’t remember the last time I gave a shit about exploring a website. I no longer come across spooky animated images of a skeleton peering out of murky water and excitedly tuck it away for future viewing pleasure. The entire thing sucks now, but it probably sucked then, too.
🎁🫶
the internet before advertising, before it became a utility, before it became ubiquitous and essential… When it was just that weird thing that nerds toyed around with…
Gods those were the days.
No search engines, Had to find websites on the internet yellow pages, via a web ring, or because someone gave you a slip of paper with an address, that was always written out to include the http://… and visitor counters and guest books… people always filled out the guest book, and it wasnt spam, viruses, or bullshit. actual, legitimate comments from the majority of visitors.
all at the blazing speed of 28.8k
and now I am unbearably depressed and sad.
My first vehicles as an adult in the mid to late 90s. Objectively cheap used jalopies that I bought for a few hundred dollars but were loved because they were mine.
My first car was a 1981 Dodge Aries K-Car. The front bumper got ripped off by a guy running with no headlights while I was delivering pizzas and I literally just threw the bumper on the back seat and continued on with my deliveries, then went to my local pick-a-part and took a replacement off a different one and bolted it on myself. You just couldn’t kill it.
I eventually replaced it with an 1984 Sentra that I bought at auction. I called it the “relationship killer” because the passenger door didn’t open from the outside so there was no way to “open the door for your date to get in first”, and half the time it didn’t go into reverse, so since my dates didn’t know how to drive standard transmissions, they were the one that had to push us out of parking spaces. It honked when turning left for some reason.
My point being, when things were wrong with them, they were cheap enough that you could just go to the local pick-a-part and get replacement parts. If it wasn’t starting for some reason, you could stick a screw driver in the carburetor valve to give it more air. You could “own” and “tinker” on those things in ways that doing so in a new car would terrify us.
Man I had my handful of these end of the line vehicles, loved them. I had one car so beaten up by me and my buddies, when it finally died one day I just left it on the side of the road and never saw it again - couldn’t afford to tow it and fix it and would have cost more than it was worth. I pour out a cold one for you, old ride. That one’s name was Blue Goose.
Those old beaters contain the best memories. Vehicles today are just kind of soulless. (IMO)
A while back I looked down a long street and didn’t see one red car; in fact all the cars were some ‘no color’ neutral shade that wouldn’t offend the next buyer.
My first car was my Dad’s old Chevette: we’d occasionally go on drives with a family of 6 plus dog. 6 people learned to drive a stick on that little car. My brothers and I started learning how to work on cars by installing an eight track player. At one point I replaced the springs and didn’t need a spring compresser. My little brother who got more into fixing cars said it’s great to work on because “it’s the only car I can pull the transmission and hold it one handed while still working on it”.
Even at the time, we all knew it was a crappy car, but we all learned to drive on it, all learned to fix cars on it, and we kept it on the road far longer than it deserved, with far more miles.
