Future Shock
After James Fallows reminds you of what things were like, at the dawn of the age of the personal computer, when the internet was just a rumor about how great CompuServe was, and word-processing software ran in 48KB of memory, and printed out on a converted typewriter, read the next article:
Charlie's Diary: Unpacking the Zeitgeist
Being unable to stand on a soap box using a megaphone to yell "buy our gold!" one particular gold farming company decided that to get their message across, they'd create hundreds of new characters in the game — all gnomes, all identically outfitted — place them at precise locations, and drop them from a very great height, so that their splattered corpses would spell out the address of the firm's shop front on the internet.
