I hate waiting on somebody else to fix something of mine. And with a laptop, it's probably throwing good money after bad.

The strangest thing of all is that this debacle made me realize how addicted and spoiled I've gotten. Poor little me! I have to go in and use the college's computer, which isn't set up the same way, and is horrible inconvenient!

And to think that we used to be a race of hardy pioneers. I had a great-grandfather named Abraham Lincoln P. Presumably he was born between April 1865 and maybe ten years later. He never went out West, but he would have been the perfect age to experience the end of the Frontier.

Imagine him in Gunnison, CO, in 1890. Do you suppose he might have survived being bandwidth-limited? Of course they had some bandwidth in those days--just enough to send an occasional telegram back East informing the relatives that somebody had died.

Truly, I'm ashamed of myself. My only consolation is that I'm addicted to the internet instead of the boob toob.