Well, back in the olden days of pay-by-the-minutes dial-up and only one family computer, you can be sure I printed darn near everything I could.
That was it! You know, I've been trying to remember why on earth I got into the habit of printing them out in the first place and, of course, this was why.
My! But I'd forgotten those bad old days here in the UK when it was pay by minute. I had to wait till after 8pm and 'reduced rate' to go online and then only for two hours per day. Mark down every minute used and even then you could only roughly estimate what it was going to cost when the phone bill came in. I remember weeks of anxious waiting for that to arrive on the mat and huge sighs of relief when it wasn't...too...bad.
So, yeah...I'd hit the Archive running and print like crazy till my two hours were up. Then haul the mass of printed stories downstairs and curl up with them well into the small hours of the morning. It was a wonder smoke didn't come out the back of the poor pc.
It was hell. And yet...kind of fun. <g>
Which isn't to say I don't love being online all the time, any time these days!
LabRat
