When I was a kid back in the 60's, the only guy in my neighbourhood who regularily chatted with people living in other countries was the nerdy Ham Radio Operator. Sheesh.
I always thought that these dorky goofs were complete geeks. They had their own little, goofy, callsign certificates (Hamatars) that they proudly taped up on the wall. Gawd!
What the hell did they talk about? The weather? No they were probably Communist Spys. Na.
My best guess was that they were all sitting around waiting for some catastrophic climatic event to knock out the phone lines so that they could be Heroes, just for one day. That seemed like a lot of time, effort, and money, to invest for one glorious day of one-upmanship. Neener-neener-neener!
But how else could they justify having enough equipment in their rec room to run a small radio station and erecting that stupid, ugly, tower blotting out the sun in the backyard! I guess they could brag about their huge erections?Ooh Aah.
Speaking of huge erections, you could spot their lair from miles away because they had those big ass towers in their backyard. Nice. The cables led to the basement where they sat in the isolation wasting away hours talking to friends from other countries. Weirdos!
Now I realise that they were pioneer Bloggers. These dweebs were actually pioneers in interpersonal global communciation. D'OH!
Here we are in the 21st Century and I suppose that most of the general public still consider any Goofball who would waste time chatting with strangers in different parts of the world to be Weirdos.
I mean really, what kind of person would want to waste hours doing something like that?