My First Experience of the Internet
We remember when this was all fields, and lived a furtive life of dial-up modems and dodgy newsgroups. Tell us about how you came to love the internets.
( , Thu 22 Mar 2012, 11:56)
We remember when this was all fields, and lived a furtive life of dial-up modems and dodgy newsgroups. Tell us about how you came to love the internets.
( , Thu 22 Mar 2012, 11:56)
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So I was in my first computing class, sometime in the 90's...
Due to the bristling air conditioning in the classroom I was clad in my finest collection of clothes fashioned entirely out of the pelts of certain animals. I was also glad to have my long ‘Death metal' style hair as it could keep the back of my neck warm.
As I sat tapping away at the computer however, I began to get the feeling that I was being watched. Suddenly my phone began to beep.
I checked the message. It read: 'This is your coat, they are watching you...'
How could my clothes be communicating with me? But whoever it was, they were right. Teeming around the base of the computer was a veritable army of little insects…all stood in line…staring at me…staring…staring. It freaked me the fuck out tbh.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any weirder, they started to arrange themselves into certain shapes…they were spelling out words! Fucking hell!
I watched, transfixed as the staring, leering fuckers began to painstakingly spell out the following.
Cover…your…barnet…up…you…unhygienic…fuckwit…they wrote out.
It was at this point I’d decided I’d had enough and I screamed for the instructor to assist me. As I explained the situation however, he seemed quite calm, and I asked if him he had heard of such strange phenomenon before.
‘Sure’, he declared, it’s just your Furs-text. Peery ants often hint hairnet'.
/coat
( , Thu 29 Mar 2012, 10:39, 5 replies)
Due to the bristling air conditioning in the classroom I was clad in my finest collection of clothes fashioned entirely out of the pelts of certain animals. I was also glad to have my long ‘Death metal' style hair as it could keep the back of my neck warm.
As I sat tapping away at the computer however, I began to get the feeling that I was being watched. Suddenly my phone began to beep.
I checked the message. It read: 'This is your coat, they are watching you...'
How could my clothes be communicating with me? But whoever it was, they were right. Teeming around the base of the computer was a veritable army of little insects…all stood in line…staring at me…staring…staring. It freaked me the fuck out tbh.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any weirder, they started to arrange themselves into certain shapes…they were spelling out words! Fucking hell!
I watched, transfixed as the staring, leering fuckers began to painstakingly spell out the following.
Cover…your…barnet…up…you…unhygienic…fuckwit…they wrote out.
It was at this point I’d decided I’d had enough and I screamed for the instructor to assist me. As I explained the situation however, he seemed quite calm, and I asked if him he had heard of such strange phenomenon before.
‘Sure’, he declared, it’s just your Furs-text. Peery ants often hint hairnet'.
/coat
( , Thu 29 Mar 2012, 10:39, 5 replies)
Lies!...
It's shite, and I know it is.
let me be the first to give it a '0/10 - must try harder'.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2012, 10:53, closed)
It's shite, and I know it is.
let me be the first to give it a '0/10 - must try harder'.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2012, 10:53, closed)
Ha ha!...
I suppose I was kinda hoping that this crap pun would be the final nail in the coffin for this QotW...
fat chance.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2012, 11:19, closed)
I suppose I was kinda hoping that this crap pun would be the final nail in the coffin for this QotW...
fat chance.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2012, 11:19, closed)
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