But for some reason whenever someone does evoke pre-internet days, I ALWAYS immediately recall the same memory from about ten years ago. My brother and I were staying up late on a Friday night watching "Chicken Run" on VHS in my parents' bedroom. I remember thinking the movie was going to be so lame (I was in the midst of my "ornery and discontented" phase). Yet Sam and I, improbably, ended up loving it so much that, as soon as it ended, we rewound it and watched the entire movie a second time, writing down our favorite lines on a pad of paper as it played. I remember presenting the eight or nine page document to my parents later as if it was a sculpture I had chiseled out of marble or something.
I guess the internet was sort of around in 2000 or 2001 or whenever this was, and I'm not entirely sure why THIS is the one anecdote I associate with the notion of a pre-internet life, but I suppose the whole thing - the repeat viewing, the handwritten list, the sense of embarking on a project with an utter lack of skepticism or self-consciousness - just strikes me as belonging to a completely different era.