When I saw that I was still logged in, I felt a bit warm. I know it was programmed to remember be, but it still felt like being welcomed into an old haunt. I also felt warm to the fact that nothing had changed. The layout was still the old one, and the colors were still abysmal. I remembered the first time the guy had put the site up it had been so fast. Now it wasn't so fast. But it wasn't slow. It was normal speed now. But back then damn wasn't it fast. I had told him to keep it fast, but I guess he chose to slow things down.
I verified the site's speed by clicking a few links. Yup. Not snappy. But not laggy. Just like the normal version of before the VCs began pouring money into it, rewriting the entire site as an that had horrible speeds. They alleviated the latency by adding loading-spinners everywhere. But as a person in , I could notice these things. Maybe a few decades ago I would've felt like they should hire me to make things better. But now I was feeling old. Though I wasn't old. Well wasn't supposed to be feeling this old. But damn didn't I feel like I was at the last stop of this line called life.
Who was I kidding? There was some other less fortunate people than I. Worried about being nuked or getting their next meal. What was I wallowing about? I clicked on the 'write' link in the nav of the site to start something, though I didn't know what to write.
But then I got a 51329 code. Server Rejection. This site has been shut down. What the hell? 51329? I'd never seen that code. In fact that wasn't even a valid code. I sat there refreshing the page for two minutes waiting for the site to return. But nothing. I thought about shooting the guy an but then I heard a series of doorbells downstairs.
I verified the site's speed by clicking a few links. Yup. Not snappy. But not laggy. Just like the normal version of before the VCs began pouring money into it, rewriting the entire site as an that had horrible speeds. They alleviated the latency by adding loading-spinners everywhere. But as a person in , I could notice these things. Maybe a few decades ago I would've felt like they should hire me to make things better. But now I was feeling old. Though I wasn't old. Well wasn't supposed to be feeling this old. But damn didn't I feel like I was at the last stop of this line called life.
Who was I kidding? There was some other less fortunate people than I. Worried about being nuked or getting their next meal. What was I wallowing about? I clicked on the 'write' link in the nav of the site to start something, though I didn't know what to write.
But then I got a 51329 code. Server Rejection. This site has been shut down. What the hell? 51329? I'd never seen that code. In fact that wasn't even a valid code. I sat there refreshing the page for two minutes waiting for the site to return. But nothing. I thought about shooting the guy an but then I heard a series of doorbells downstairs.