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Dump Broadband, Dig Out Your Modem!
wilstephens writes: "Found this article on CNet about the latest trend of people dumping broadband in favour of their modems. Cheaper, and more reliable service, apparently! 'Katy Ling, a software consultant who had her home wired for high-speed Internet access last year, did what many technology analysts said would never happen: She bailed out of broadband...'"
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Mesa like high speed races.
Great. This is going to start some fucking trend, I'll bet. "Hey, anyone know how to get Trumpet Winsock to work with IE5? No, wait, I meant, uh, Mosaic."
Same codebase, anyway. Wheee.
Elsewhere, geeks flood Usenet with questions on how to backport their 3Dfx kernel modules to 1.x series kernels.
This bim and her careless discarding of the FUTURE! is going to touch off another wave of retrocomputing. Which, sadly, means more posts from ESR, because no one gives 2 shits about what he has to say, especially since he's not rich anymore.
Burp. More beer, please.
...is stuck in my ass, help!
-cyborg_monkey, 01/01/01
He thought perhaps his life should flash before his eyes or something, but it did not. Maybe he should try to think of something wonderful, a last fine thought of what used to be.
First he summoned up the image of his wife. That did nothing for him. Though his wife had once been pretty and bright, he could not remember her that way. The image that came to mind was quite different. A dumpy, lazy woman with constant back pains and her hair pulled up into an eternal top-knot of greasy, brown hair. There was never a smile on her face or a word of encouragement for him. He always felt that she expected him to entertain her and that he was not doing a very good job of it. There was not even a moment of sexual ecstacy that he could recal. After their daughter had been born she had given up screwing as a wasted excercise. Why waste energy on sex when she could spend it complaining.
He flipped his mental cardfile to his daughter. What he saw was an ugly, potato-nosed girl of twelve. She had no personality. Her mother was Miss Congeniality compared to her. Potato-nose spend all her time pining over thin, blond heartthrobs on television. It wasn't bad enough that they glared at Harry via the tube, they were also pinned to her walls and hiding in magazines she had cast throughout the house.
These were the last thoughts of a man about to face death?
There was just nothing there.
Ok, not all my motorcycles, just the ones that get less than 10k miles a year. Like the old Ninja 250 and the Honda CL360.
Cable modem has to be kept for a long time in any case. I don't think my wife could return to dial-up access.
uhm ok.