I miss the old internet. This is to say that I miss when the internet wasn’t anything and everything all of the time, but something you merely dipped your toes into every now and again. It was spending a small part of your week geeking out on some obscure subject that no one in your real life cared about. It was curating a list of blogspot sites and then flipping through them for a leisurely hour, like they were the sections of Sunday paper, and then forgetting about them for the next three days. It was saying to a friend, “oh man, you gotta check this out,” and then navigating to a website that consisted of nothing more than Sean Connery saying “you’re the man now, dog!
The Red Sox really are the free agency interest kings... so far
