(besides the whole no high-speed internet and no cable thing,)
I think I’m ready to start moving backwards now,
For further evidence regarding the inevitable march of time, this guy (who must live a very exciting life) took a picture of his face everyday for eight years. Check it out. And then tell me how it was, no video streaming available for those of us stuck up here in the dial-up days of 1988. I hear, via my brother Brady and Howie, the hipster of Boulder, Colorado, that for those of you enjoying 2010 in all it’s wi-fi wonder, it’s worth the click.