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Leak wrote:Maybe that's just me being here in the middle of Europe, but if something like that happened to me (knock on cable modem) I'd just tether my PC to my phone and use that while I wait for the situation to un-mess itself; any ideas why that's doesn't seem to be an option where Paul lives now?
(I mean, I wouldn't want to surf the web on my phone all through the day...)
American cell providers hate phone tethering and charge exorbitant amounts if they allow you at all. It cuts into their ability to sell separate data plans for your other devices.
My prepaid phone doesn't mind if i tether - granted, i only get the first 500 meg/month at 4G speed, but if i were to go to the $50/month plan, it weould be several gig before throttling set in.
And even once it cuts back to 3G, there's still no usage cap.
It's Sprint, re-sold by Kroger.
Proof Positive the world is not flat: If it were, cats would have pushed everything off the edge by now.
Leak wrote:So mobile phone plans in the US are *still* stuck in the dark ages?
Not all. My carrier is flat rate $35USD/month, taxes included, for unlimited talk/text/data with no restrictions on tethering.
I've only noticed one company offering that and it turns out that the unlimited data is 4G for the first half-megabyte or something absurd like that; then you're forced to 3G (much slower) for the remainder of the month. (But at least this information is available up front, in contrast to past rumors that some ISPs were imposing similar throttling in violation of contracts and advertising.)
Other than that, everything I've seen either prohibits tethering, has a low data limit, or requires a separate data plan. Or some combination of those.
My account (four phones, usually in three different states) has a shared data allowance which I normally keep set at 4GB per month. Three or four times a year I have to bump it up for the month, occasionally by quite a bit.
Kroger's iWireless (no relation) is like that - for$35.
For $50, 2 gig at 4g. more than i'm likely to use.
Proof Positive the world is not flat: If it were, cats would have pushed everything off the edge by now.
And DinkyInky? I am partial to the pitcher version of the red-headed slut (or whatever variation of the name is being used these days), if you please.
*gets decanters of Jager and Peachtree out, and a magnum of sparkling cranberry, and a crystal pitcher full of ice. Mixes a jigger of each and the sparkling juice with the ice, and serves it in a red rimmed goblet that has been dipped in sour sugar.* Ginger B****! Order up! (I think this is the one you mean).
Yanno how some people have Angels/Devils for a conscience? I have a Dark Elf ShadowKnight and a Half Elf Ranger for mine. The really bad part is when they agree on something.
Louis slips into the hall through the back passage. To his slight irritation he is, initially, unnoticed. The assembly he had left some days before — in favour of, ahem, sport in the far, fraying ends of the canvas labyrinth — appears inflamed, dominated by loud voiced demands for action, retaliation, shows of force and the like. Even that fascinating young fellow with the backpack striking poses as if he were some Nizari Ḥashshāshīn, yet again, in this life.
This is a bit odd. He pulls a golden turnip from his embroidered waistcoat’s fob pocket: half-past Friday. Surely everything should have been resolved by now? He squints at the watch face then presses one of the knurled protrusions of the casing; with a quiet chime the watch unfolds itself into the golden spiderwork of an orrery prognostication engine. Observing the resulting dance of planetary angels and interactions with the conceptual putti Louis purses his lips and gently taps them with the handle of his cane.
“Lou! Lou! Help me Louie the XIV you’re my only hope!”
“Greg, darling, you really must stop calling me Lulu. What happens in the jacuzzi stays in the jacuzzi. What is your problem this time — you haven’t dropped your lucky pope soap ‘by accident’ again have you?”
“Louise, this is no time for risqué jokes! They,” the old Sergeant gestures back over his shoulder, “are working themselves into a lynch-mob frenzy! Assassins. Rolling artillery barrages. Bombardment of realspace locations from orbital forts off even further out on the i sigma than this hall! I can’t control ’em no more — even when I creep round the outside of the argument and whisper suggestions of what to say into their ears—”
Louis is astounded. “What, Sergeant? You mean that this whole topic is written by you and just posted by your catspaws? My dear chap, don’t you see how ridicul—
Louise the XIV stood before the now squabbling group and loudly proclaimed, "EXCUSE ME!" in a tone that spoke of a regal authority... all eyes focused on him.
"I have been listening to this... discussion... long enough to see a derailment... I fact, SEVERAL derailments ... in the offering. Regardless of what justification one might feel in this matter, and I assure you, you all have my DEEPEST sympathies, the use or threat of force STILL amounts to a CLASS 'A' FELONY... and as this forum is open to PUBLIC VIEW, it can be used as PEOPLE'S EXIBIT 'A' should some ill- informed miscreant blow himself up in the lobby of such an establishment under the belief that said establishment published an image of the prophet McCucumber doing something questionable to a radish!"
He paced the floor, scanning every face as he did so-
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are merely spinning our collective wheels with such talk... and YOU, Sgt. Howard, YOU KNOW the principles that dictate a proper action... or have you already forgotten our conversation? WHAT did Sun Szu teach? "Know your enemy"! And what IS our enemy? ... an old-fashioned greedy capitalist.
Now I have no qualms about capitalists... some of my better acquaintances are capitalists... but GREEDY capitalists are another matter altogether. Greed tends to be a self-limiting factor in a capitalistic society... only because there are recourses against systematic corporate greed. You need to hurt the beast where it WILL hurt... and you hurt GREED in the POCKETBOOK!
Now... Paul suing this megacorp means nothing. That much is a given. Sargent, what did you tell me of Russian tactics?"
Oh! uh... 'quantity has it's own quality'?"
"EXACTLY!!! The EASE with which Paul was shafted over indicates a well-worn and reliable practice... meaning an ad placed strategically on the internet will gather thousands, nay HUNDREDS of thousands who have suffered similar abuse at the hands of these miscreants...
Do you wish to strike fear into their hearts? Do you wish to hear the mighty tremble? Three words-"
"CLASS ACTION LAWSUIT!"
There was a moment of stunned silence. Then, the Old Sgt. stood up and rendered an unmistakable salute. Glytch started to applaud, followed by everybody in the room.
Louise gave a sweeping bow
“—ous that notion is! Ah. I see now. That is certainly not my tone, there’s not a whisper of an innuendo there. Such a waste,” she sighs. “Sergeant, have you ever considered that you might be possessed by some manipulative other-world force, such as a Nü Gui?”
She gestures with her cane towards the orrery. While the creature calling itself the Old Sergeant is distracted by the glittering pattern, Louise slips out of this reality into something more comfortable, far, far away from a retaliatory strike by The Cable Company or, say, a golem irritated that someone else’s machinations were about to glass much of north America…
*Sets a tray of various pastries...petit fours, kolachkys, yakkwha, meringue blossoms, bite sized...cake. "Yes, let them eat cake," spoken aloud to perhaps someone. Then vanishes back into the shadows to silently observe as before.*
Yanno how some people have Angels/Devils for a conscience? I have a Dark Elf ShadowKnight and a Half Elf Ranger for mine. The really bad part is when they agree on something.
Applauding Louis' speech and his rhetoric, Glytch was nonetheless a little miffed. "Very well, we'll play by the rules."
Turning away and heading back to his tent, simultaneously stripping Greg's gear off, he spoke softly to himself.
"For now."
*Dear NSA: this is a ficticious story and is written as both entertainment and as a safe release of irritation.*
He's mister GlytchMeister, he's mister code
He's mister exploiter, he's mister ones and zeros
They call me GlytchMeister, whatever I touch
Starts to glitch in my clutch!
I'm too much!
Paul Taylor on Facebook wrote:Temporary fix for not having internet service. I bought a new laptop and I'm now at Starbucks getting things set up, my money moved around, and hopefully getting Ebay stuff mailed out. As things stand, it's a race of turtles to see who gets me internet to our house faster, Century Link or Mediacom. As it looks, Century Link won't be out to hook stuff up until August 6th, and Medicom still has yet to send someone out to survey the area. o_O I'll keep you all posted and try to get get comics uploaded before August 6th, even if I have to load them in the laptop while at Starbucks. *frazzle*
"Character is what you are in the dark." - D.L. Moody
"You should never run from the voices in your head. That's how you give them power." - Jin
He's mister GlytchMeister, he's mister code
He's mister exploiter, he's mister ones and zeros
They call me GlytchMeister, whatever I touch
Starts to glitch in my clutch!
I'm too much!
Damn. With all the electronic junk I've collected over the years, you'd think I could lay my hands on just one high-bandwidth hyperspace-connected Internet portal! I've got transistors, tubes, capacitors and inductors, SCSI cables, a homebrew reflow oven, a box full of spare disks, Geiger and scintillation detectors, JTAG interfaces, RF generators and spectrum analyzers... and not a single damned megabit-capable dimensional shunt.
Paul Taylor on Facebook wrote:Temporary fix for not having internet service. I bought a new laptop and I'm now at Starbucks getting things set up, my money moved around, and hopefully getting Ebay stuff mailed out. As things stand, it's a race of turtles to see who gets me internet to our house faster, Century Link or Mediacom. As it looks, Century Link won't be out to hook stuff up until August 6th, and Medicom still has yet to send someone out to survey the area. o_O I'll keep you all posted and try to get get comics uploaded before August 6th, even if I have to load them in the laptop while at Starbucks. *frazzle*
* whimper *
Proof Positive the world is not flat: If it were, cats would have pushed everything off the edge by now.
AnotherFairportfan wrote:How far out in the sticks IS he?
weeeeellll.... this may just be 'story telling' but....
GlytchMeister wrote:Glytch shook his head upon seeing the gear Greg was pulling out. "That stuff may be right for open woodland warfare, but we're going to be infiltrating an office building to find an address and then a house. Camo, bucket helmets, and shitkicker boots don't work for that. Especially since the office is just west of the metropolitan area of De Moines, Iowa."
John looked at his phone, pulling up a map of the target area. "See?' The coordinates are just south of Drake University. I don't know what you plan on firing out of those cannons, but I sure as hell hope you can hit a single building in a city. We don't have a beef with the whole area. Oh, and let's not forget Paul is currently living there."
GlytchMeister wrote:I wish I understood what themadkansan was writing about. I'm not really sure what's happening there...
...does the phrase "nuke the entire site from orbit" ring a bell?
"I say we take off and nuke it from orbit. It's the only way to be sure."
Is that the one you mean?
Gyrre roused from his sleep.
“Why nuke it when we can spray it with chlorine trifluoride?" He took a long drink of water. “That stuff burns at 2400°C and doesn't leave any nasty radiation behind." Another long pull. “It's only draw back is if that universe has a Gamera living in it."
Gyrre looked around the room scanning for something. “Granted, I understand if any of you are Anglish and wholly opposed to the idea. I know how General Blutbattenl used it to melt half of London during the Second Great War in a few few realities. Thankfully the Burning Blitzkrieg was only half successful."
Gyrre coughed awkwardly, regretting he'd even suggested it. General Batten had been a cartoonishly evil madman with a fanatical devotion to the Aryan way. He'd disobeyed direct orders and stolen half the supply of 'substance N' in the intention of burning Angland to the ground. Thankfully his men questioned their orders and only enough fell that half of London was burned to ash in the Blitzkrieg.
Gyrre shrugged stiffly, “At least General Blutbatten destroyed the Anglish nobles that had secretly been funding Hitler."
Gyrre pursed his lips, quickly stood up, and made a beeline for the bathroom to hide.
"Occam's razor is a fine thing, but the universe is a Rube-Goldberg machine."
Julie wrote:And DinkyInky? I am partial to the pitcher version of the red-headed slut (or whatever variation of the name is being used these days), if you please.
*gets decanters of Jager and Peachtree out, and a magnum of sparkling cranberry, and a crystal pitcher full of ice. Mixes a jigger of each and the sparkling juice with the ice, and serves it in a red rimmed goblet that has been dipped in sour sugar.* Ginger B****! Order up! (I think this is the one you mean).
Yesss! *grabs the pitcher and hugs it to her chest* It's ours! It came to us! My precious!
"Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful."
Every time I see a reference to Gollum, I can't help but remember Adam Savage singing "I Will Survive" as Gollum.
He's mister GlytchMeister, he's mister code
He's mister exploiter, he's mister ones and zeros
They call me GlytchMeister, whatever I touch
Starts to glitch in my clutch!
I'm too much!
Yanno how some people have Angels/Devils for a conscience? I have a Dark Elf ShadowKnight and a Half Elf Ranger for mine. The really bad part is when they agree on something.
It's hard not to google a combination of words like that, isn't it?
He's mister GlytchMeister, he's mister code
He's mister exploiter, he's mister ones and zeros
They call me GlytchMeister, whatever I touch
Starts to glitch in my clutch!
I'm too much!
this may just be 'story telling' but....
