Duplex-bonded 128k ISDN.
A chintzy Compaq with an old-school Pentium OverDrive CPU -- the fastest thing my parents could afford to give me for Christmas after my laptop died. It ran RedHat Linux for a bit before one roommate hooked me on FreeBSD.
The Bachelor Pad.
EtherMonkeys adorning the place. Literally, Barrel Of Monkey pieces hanging from do-it-yourself crimped Category Five strung up and across the ceiling.
Bowls of ramen noodle soup.
The occasional Screwdriver or White Russian (even though I was only 19)
Really, really pampering my 1995 Ford Escort, which I'd barely had a year, if that, at this point in my life. Weekly wash and wax and detailing.
Crashing at my girlfriend (now wife)'s apartment on occasion after really, really late movies. Not that we'd do anything but talk until our mouths hung open and drooling as we succumbed to the sandman at 4 o'clock in the morning.
Gizmo, the evil death cat that would shit, piss and vomit on anything touching the floor.
Audiogalaxy Satellite, and racing MP3 downloads home from work to see which would get to my computer faster. Damn, I miss AG Satellite. What a mindfuck. Why hasn't anyone ever duplicated it on some kind of Pirate Bay level?
Hitting the data center to help -- or watch, really, as Kenny Root performs massive upgrades on "Orator of the borg"
I expect no one but myself to know what all of these are. But that's what this song brings back.