Remember this post, which I said I would continue? I never said it would be soon . . . Nearly seven months later, here we go.

VMS: My 19-year-old self had no idea what VMS was. My 28-year-old self probably didn’t either, but at least was content that Unix (or, at least something Unix-like like Linux) was sufficient for his computing needs.
Politics and Social Issues: unchanged
Politics and Economic Issues: unchanged
Cypherpunks: My 19-year-old self had at least some passing interest in privacy issues. My 28-year-old self didn’t give a crap and was content with allowing our Facebook overlords to take over the world.
PGP: My 19-year-old self had never heard of PGP. My 28-year-old self probably hasn’t either, but, again, doesn’t really care that Facebook is probably selling his social security number to Laotian sex slave traders as I type this.
Star Trek: unchanged
Babylon 5: unchanged
X-Files: unchanged
Role Playing: My 19-year-old self was several years removed from his only role-playing experience, a 2-week D&D campaign at summer camp. My 28-year-old self fondly remembered his D20 Star Wars campaign which met weekly from 2003–2006.
Television: My 19-year-old self had never heard of HD. ‘Nuff said.
Books: unchanged
Dilbert: My 19-year-old self was only a few months removed from living with his newspaper-subscribing father and reading the funnies each morning before going to high school. My 28-year-old self hasn’t read a non-xkcd comic in months.
DOOM!: My 19-year-old self was obsessed with Quake 3 and had fond memories of playing old-school FPSs several years earlier. My 28-year-old self finally had accepted the fact that he sucks at FPSs and had made the switch to console JRPGs.
The Geek Code: unchanged
Education: My 19-year-old self was a freshman in college, and my 28-year-old self was a Ph.D. student. Some learndin’ apparently happened in that span.
Housing: My 19-year-old self lived in a dorm with lots of people around. My 28-year-old self was a hermit who only returned to his apartment from his office to watch Lost and poop.
Relationships: My 19-year-old self was delusionally involved in a relatively one-sided long distance relationship. My 28-year-old self hadn’t been on a date in like 5 years.
Sex: My 19-year-old self was a perverted male. My 28-year-old self, fortunately, was still male. While probably still perverted, he had accepted the fact that he wasn’t getting any.

And there we have it!