Got to the airport a bit early tonight and so I decided to splurge and buy the $9.99 WiFi. Fired up the web browser to find out where might be a good place to sit down and wouldn’t you know it, apparently if I would have just sat at Peet’s in the first place, I could have got me some *free* wireless! Of course, I *can’t* sit at Peet’s, because even though it’s in the same terminal, it’s in a different “wing” which uses an entirely different security checkpoint (one, I might add, that was staffed with at least 3 working lanes, as opposed to the 1 working lane in my wing). Anyway, I got through there and got to my gate, where I am now and I thought I’d try putting the network to a little test. The speed is perfectly fine, but I was unable to test out the FTP connection to my server at home because I closed that port on my router before I left. Probably a good idea, but I would have liked to have tried it out. Oh… Also, I had to *drive* to the airport, because the parking lot at my BART station is closed for remodeling, so instead of paying $1 for parking, I’m probably going to end up paying like $30 or $40! OK, so I am downloading a BitTorrent of last night’s Daily Show, since I figured that’s something a chintzy WiFi connection like T-Mobile’s would throttle down. I am getting a pretty respectable 45 k/s as of right now, so that’s nice. I’m sure it would be a bit faster if I could open up the outbound ports. Ah, here’s a nice surprise. Opened up last.fm and it started playing a version of “Me and Jesus Don’t Talk Anymore” by Beulah that I have never heard before. Damn, how many versions of Yoko are out there?
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dude were you like, drunk or tired when you wrote this? or on drugs? it’s totally stream-of-consciousness-bizarre. you change subjects more than…um. the kind of drug addict that takes that drug that makes you change subjects a lot.
Homer: “Maybe it’s the beer talking, Marge, but you got a butt that won’t quit. They got those big chewy pretzels here… Five dollars?! Get outta here!”
But seriously tho… I was just tired… and annoyed. They kept broadcasting the “no liquids and gels message over and over again, and reminding me that we were at “Threat Level Orange!”