Monthly Archive for August, 2007

Internet Choices (or lack thereof)…

I wonder sometimes if I really need this obscene net speed…

Most of my usage is scouring the internet for new information, and I download little for the most part. Just a mass of wasted bandwidth that I am being charged far too much for… I had a Comcast repairman come past one day and he told me my line speed was unreal, especially considering how far I am from the street connection and the degradation of the line quality in the 30+ year old cabling on my domicile. I feel sometimes like I should just turn on the spigot in some way and waste some of the vast bandwidth at my fingers… If only I had some valuable and/or pro-social outlet for the tap.

Since my wife is looking for a job right now, I am becoming aware of the sad reality that my cable bill is about $150/month – $60-$65 of which is internet and web taxes, and I am using little of its potential. I could cut that significantly by switching to DSL, but they (the man) foist a phone line charge upon you and have questionable privacy practices… I just want the fucking internet connection, I don’t want to be subsidizing your dying, obsolete home phone service. It seems like the “deals” are like “internet for $10… with a $40 useless home phone line…”

Delivered?

It is rather sad that internet choices are dominated by two “choices” in most major metropolitan area. Either cable or phone-line based DSL. You can get service from other companies, but they are going to share your phone line or cause you to get new connections added with poor infrastructure. I can choose local cable internet service in the city in which I live, but it is losing money and has limited, expensive choices due to its competition to a multiple-billion dollar cable behemoth. The speeds are also far slower than the big guy (no 24 MB DL).

On the AT&T website, Allie, the internet question answerer, says you can get DSL without phone service, but when you check the webpage it says:

Live Chat

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This promotion is available to business customers only. If you are a residential customer, please call our residential customer service center at 1-877-722-3755 Monday through Friday, 8 am to 5 pm PT to find out about the great residential offers we have available for you.

I am glad that I have such freedom of choice from Ma’ Bell…

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Fox Theater and Being Googleproof…

Lovely thing about a common name… you see it everywhere. In fact, it is hard not to see some aspect of yourself in the world that surrounds you when your name is as damned common as mine.

DSC00902, originally uploaded by pressuretobear.

I remember, back in the day (yes… that one), when I called 1-800-MIKE-FOX and discovered that the person answering the phone… was another goddamned MIKE FOX!!! The mocking voice intoned, “Hello you have reached MIKE FOX,” and I thought to myself quietly, “but THAT IS ME!!!!”

If he read this post, I am sure that he would agree with the annoying anonymity of the name (still, fuck you Mike Fox with money [asshole]).

One nice thing about the accursed, common name… Googleproofness; Firefox tells me it is not a word, but it is.

I am not searchable in any search engine; if I were to be a serial killer (or any bad sort), all that one searching for me would find for the first thousand or so pages was shit about “Back to the Future” or “Secret of my Success.” You can’t buy anonymity like I have dammit!

This tells me one sure thing… the greatest criminal the modern world has ever known will share a name with a much more searched individual.

I know that my measure of success in life is to surpass page 100-or-so of any damned search engine.

Whatever… at least I am a foot taller and don’t have Parkinson’s (yet… BTW Mr. Fox… I wish you well and am sorry about your affliction. BTFII is one of my favorite films).

Bitchin’!

DSC01439, originally uploaded by pressuretobear.

I posted this before, but it became FUBAR’d (yes, this is the proper term for making a catastrophic error on Flickr that only shows a “photo unavailable” placard in its stead).

I am now the proud owner of a car that was brand new when I was ten. An exciting 1987 RX-7. I really have no idea what the “RX” or “Seven” stand for, nor have I opened the hood to inspect the “rotary engine” or “turbo,” neither of which I could pick out, I am sure. More than likely, I would just say, “look at that engine” rhetorically, to no one, then sulk.

The reason for the update is the much more dynamic car-pose and the fact that I found out my mother-in-law pinstriped the car herself. It is a nice enough job (if you are into that thing); understated, yet profile enhancing.

My stop-and-go commute is far more interesting now that I can stop-and-wait much faster.