Thursday, December 27, 2007
The End of an Era
My parents got high-speed wireless internet today. This means that I can no longer make jokes about their internet requiring a working knowledge of cuneiform or relying on an international network of telegraph operators. No more can I thrill over waiting twenty minutes for my gmail to load. More than anything, though, I will miss repeatedly calling home -- say in the midst of a car accident or home invasion -- to receive only a busy signal. Now I'll only have to contend with the shocking prevalence of dog walking in order to reach my folks.
Of course, the installation of this wonderful new technological marvel was not without its issues. There were approximately three hours of screaming about wireless cards coupled with multiple trips to Best Buy. My mother trotted out some favorite old saws about no one appreciating her work or taking her seriously. My dad sighed heavily and rolled his eyes in his signature style. Finally it feels like the holidays!
The best thing about all of this, though, is that my mother will finally be able to enjoy the hardcore and disturbing pornography she so frequently favors without suffering any attendant delays. Viva la internet!
My parents got high-speed wireless internet today. This means that I can no longer make jokes about their internet requiring a working knowledge of cuneiform or relying on an international network of telegraph operators. No more can I thrill over waiting twenty minutes for my gmail to load. More than anything, though, I will miss repeatedly calling home -- say in the midst of a car accident or home invasion -- to receive only a busy signal. Now I'll only have to contend with the shocking prevalence of dog walking in order to reach my folks.
Of course, the installation of this wonderful new technological marvel was not without its issues. There were approximately three hours of screaming about wireless cards coupled with multiple trips to Best Buy. My mother trotted out some favorite old saws about no one appreciating her work or taking her seriously. My dad sighed heavily and rolled his eyes in his signature style. Finally it feels like the holidays!
The best thing about all of this, though, is that my mother will finally be able to enjoy the hardcore and disturbing pornography she so frequently favors without suffering any attendant delays. Viva la internet!
