We had to carry our papers uphill, in the snow, on reams of scrolled papyrus.
The closest thing we had to tumblr was little jokes and comics that were faxed or photocopied, or both, and passed along by hand to be faxed and copied again. Or self-published magazines called ‘zines, which would effectively be a personal or group tumblr. BoingBoing used to be a ‘zine. I liked it a lot back then.
You had to ask people things in person! Or pass them a note, or wait till everyone was drunk if you were too scared to ask sober.
There were no cell phones, no texting, and pictures needed to be developed unless you had a Polaroid, and film was fucking expensive.
I played blocky video games at a screen resolution that would fit into the bottom corner of your smartphone’s display.
MTV used to play music videos 24/7, one after another after another.
The drinking age was 19 for beer and 21 for everything else. You could usually find someone with an older brother who could get beer, and they didn’t fuck the rest of your life up over it if you got caught.