Hah yeah I remember my dad getting an e-mail like that back in like 1996. We were paying for an unlimited connection, and then they tried to tell us that if we wanted to be connected for more than 4 hours/day, we'd have to upgrade to a business account that was like 4x the price. My dad told them to pound sand and we switched ISPs. Pretty sure between 1995 and 1997, we switched dialup ISPs like 4 times because each t…
90s Internet: When 20 hours online triggered an email from my ISP’s president
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#32So I suggested him he could exceed the limit through downloading some [i]stuff[/i]. Knowing him, he went overboard and racked up a good bill. Think of someone's earnings of working for half a year, full time, at the minimal wage at the time.
ISP didn't budge but they eventually found a way to upgrade to an unlimited plan and drop the bill for going over. Two happy kids...
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#33I remember during that time first switching over to cable internet, and how my provider was adamant that you not run a web server, and their tech support would drop you like a hot potato if you mentioned that you used a router. Such a different world.
That was a fun article, thanks for posting!
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#35Eventually I got a letter from my ISP and it was a thick binder with "netiquette". How to behave online. And a letter saying basically "we see everything you're doing, cut it out". They probably had complaints on the abuse address of my home IP, since I was a total moron.
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#36Hah yeah I remember my dad getting an e-mail like that back in like 1996. We were paying for an unlimited connection, and then they tried to tell us that if we wanted to be connected for more than 4 hours/day, we'd have to upgrade to a business account that was like 4x the price. My dad told them to pound sand and we switched ISPs. Pretty sure between 1995 and 1997, we switched dialup ISPs like 4 times because each t…
Except now you're limited to 2 TB/mo with no alternatives.
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#37Before freeserv existed in the UK we didn't have a flat rate and a 800 number you could call into, you dialed a local number and paid by the minute, mum limited me to 2 hours a day and the she would take the RJ9 cable to enforce it. One afternoon at lunch break at school I went down to the local elections store and used 2 days worth of lunch money to buy a secret RJ9. After mum went to bed I'd sneak out my cable and…
When fired from the hospital my mother was very happy I survived everything but she looked also very angry. I was very confused. Only found out later that the phone line was really at a premium and racked up, converted, a 2000 euro bill.
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#39Worked out well in the end I guess, I met her on irc 25 years ago.
As for me, well, when I was on dialup I had a brutally effective means to keep connection times short: an irate dad yelling "Get off the damn line! I need to use the phone!"
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#40I was a little bastard in the late 90s, a script kiddie who executed anything I could find. Ran very obnoxious port scans against everything online. Eventually I got a letter from my ISP and it was a thick binder with "netiquette". How to behave online. And a letter saying basically "we see everything you're doing, cut it out". They probably had complaints on the abuse address of my home IP, since I was a total moron…
I got my first job at a local ISP after the owner busted me for running "John the Ripper" password cracker against his system that I had a shell account on.
As completely careless and reckless as I was, this kind of interest in hacking was my saving graces in terms of employability, because I failed out of highschool and never went to college. I work at a FAANG, miraculously.