The Early Days

At least for me, the early days of the Internet were back around 2000, a time when I spent summers in the "computer room" of the house playing a variety of games on a CRT monitor. One involved a fish. Another involved making pizzas. I think they were demo discs that came from a box of cereal or something. Or were they floppy discs? I don't remember. MatMice? I remember that.

And what I also remember is the distinct feeling of knowing that this beige box on the office desk was going to be the future of so many things. A kind of static, like the feeling when you brush the back of your hand against the CRT. There is something here. This box will become the laptop that becomes the phone that we treat like an appendage on our bodies.

I have that same feeling again when observing the rise of all sorts of platforms like pckt.blog built on Standard.site. That same static. Why? Artificial intelligence is, has, accelerated the rot of the truth on the Internet. Anything true can be fake, and anything fake might actually be true. Nobody can vet anyone. But you know what can be vetted?

The thing about the AT Protocol is that you can run your own @ on your own domain. And your domain is controlled by you, and you only. Nobody else on Bsky or wherever else can write as you when your identity comes straight from the source.

When you authenticate on pckt.blog with your handle tied to the identity of your domain, that is you. And you carry that with you on each site that carries this form of auth.

Maybe I'm wrong. Who knows where we're headed. Maybe the AI folks IPO and then jack the prices up before governments nationalize their AI companies. Maybe I just stumbled on pckt.blog while in the mood to write something on a decade-old Lenovo laptop I had found in the trash (and installed Linux Mint on, not Arch, by the way), and this will be my only post on here.

I do like the interface. The simplicity. The colors, they're giving Tumblr. I, too, like the logo.

That's all I got.