Obsolete Keys and Online Whiners: The Saga Continues

Retrocomputing enthusiasts dive deep into the life-altering dilemma of the dual-purpose Enter key on ancient Mac keyboards in a thread that's as riveting as watching paint dry. One commenter melodramatically mourns the "good old days" of distinct return and enter keys as though modern technology has personally betrayed them. Another bravely navigates the treacherous waters of online chat systems, lamenting the Herculean effort of remembering whether Enter sends a message or just starts a new line. Everyone else chimes in with their vital opinions on this pressing issue, each anecdote more critical to the human experience than the last. 🙄 Clearly, the downfall of civilization begins not with wars or pandemics, but with how a keyboard responds to our pinky finger.

The Dinner That Time Forgot

In a dazzling display of historical irrelevance, Atlas Obscura dusts off the cobwebs from the "first-ever cold-storage banquet" where Chicago's crème de la crème pretended refrigerated egg salad was a culinary breakthrough. Because nothing says haute cuisine like eating week-old apples under a gilded ceiling with mafiosi and corrupt politicians. Commenters, nostalgic for the taste of rubber ice cream and grassy milk, wax poetic about the good old days of food that actually tasted like something. If the history books overlook this momentous meal, fear not—Atlas Obscura and their cadre of freeze-dried foodies have immortalized it in the most yawn-inducing display since Al Capone's vault was opened.