Shownotes
The noise of the dial-up modem was the soundtrack to my adolescence. Back then, the internet felt like a secret world unfolding on the glowing screen of our family’s chunky computer. My domain wasn’t a treehouse or a sports field, but the chaotic, exhilarating landscape of early MySpace profiles.
It sounds ridiculous now, the sheer intensity I poured into crafting those personalized pages. My own, a monument to teenage angst and questionable musical taste, was constantly evolving. But the real buzz came when my friends started asking. "Dude, can you fix my background?" "Make mine all dark…
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