Here's a few choice quotes from Senator Ted Stevens from Alaska explaining why he voted against an amendment promoting net neutrality in the telecommunications bill currently being batted around in the Senate:
"What's that?"
"Melinda's new computer."
"Where's the rest of it?"
"That's it."
"But it's so small!"
"It's probably 5 times faster that what she has under her desk now."
"Really!?"
"Yep. It's faster than your computer too."
I'm going to rant about this Network Neutrality issue for a bit. It seems like a lot of people feel that they don't understand this or they think they can't do anything about it. Allow me set you straight on both accounts.
This is the second time in a week that I've almost hit a turkey on the way to work. By "turkey," I don't mean a person who lacks competence in the operation of a motorized vehicle. I mean a large bird of the genus meleagris that goes gobble gobble.
Last week there was a group of turkeys (which I just learned is called a "rafter") foraging in the grass along side I-80 south of campus. This morning, there was a hen hanging out on the off-ramp coming into Dixon.
I've made it through one full week back at the ballet studio after the holiday break. My instructor came back full of energy and ideas and she's stepped up the difficulty level in all her classes. After observing the change on Thursday and Saturday, I was truly afraid for last night's Intermediate II class. I made it through alright though. As per usual, if I'm feeling conflicted about something in my life, then chuck some dance at me. Our recital piece this year will be a petit allegro (read: lots of jumping) to a Vivaldi piece. That woman has a serious crush on Vivaldi.
TGIF.
TGFMBD. Thank God for my Back Up Drive.
There's nothing like a downed server to wake you up. I work for a small business and I'm what goes as tech support around here. I'm not a computer doctor. I'm certainly not a computer surgeon. I'm more comparable to a school nurse. I can put on band-aids, I can tell you that you should never stick that up your nose again, and I know when to call the real doctor.
