04-09-2009, 10:08 PM
One of my favorite sites is the Wayback Machine on the Internet Archive:
<!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="http://web.archive.org" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://web.archive.org</a><!-- m -->.
It's fun to go and look at what a website used to look like.
Just for the hell of it, I looked up <!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="http://www.wgrd.com" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.wgrd.com</a><!-- m --> tonight and looked at a page from 2002.
I was amazed at how much better the page was back then, than it is now. Why they dumped their site designer is beyond me.
<!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="http://web.archive.org/web/20021124193313/http://www.wgrd.com/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://web.archive.org/web/200211241933 ... .wgrd.com/</a><!-- m --> <--- 2002
<!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="http://www.wgrd.com" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.wgrd.com</a><!-- m --> <--- Now
<!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="http://web.archive.org" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://web.archive.org</a><!-- m -->.
It's fun to go and look at what a website used to look like.
Just for the hell of it, I looked up <!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="http://www.wgrd.com" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.wgrd.com</a><!-- m --> tonight and looked at a page from 2002.
I was amazed at how much better the page was back then, than it is now. Why they dumped their site designer is beyond me.
<!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="http://web.archive.org/web/20021124193313/http://www.wgrd.com/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://web.archive.org/web/200211241933 ... .wgrd.com/</a><!-- m --> <--- 2002
<!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="http://www.wgrd.com" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.wgrd.com</a><!-- m --> <--- Now
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire life, that there's something wrong with the world. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.