Tired of the cap
While looking through some old photos this afternoon, I spotted a former neighbour. Little matter that I hadn’t seen the man in four decades, because in the photo, he looked just the way I remembered him. Maybe that’s how memory works; a frozen gallery, not subject to the rigours of changing morphology. In case science hasn’t got this one figured out, I’ll claim credit in advance.
In case you were worried, those killer whales found their own way out to open water. Silly humans.
Finally, someone with deep pocketbooks is complaining about the state of the Internet up here in the fast-frozen north. Netflix, stateside, has upped the quality of their offering, what with 3D, SuperHD and other bandwidth hogs. Up here, we don’t play with hogs. We just pay as if we do. Netflix isn’t a budget breaker for the family, but it would be nice if our ISP would play fair with “caps”.
In case that term confuses you, it has nothing to do with headgear, or tiny noisemakers. Rather, we are given an allocation, per month, of data throughput on our computers, telephones and other connected toys. Not cheap, and insufficient. Ask anyone (except the ISP). If we had real competition, the bill payments would go to a different address. Not likely to change any time soon, either.
No, I don’t want to return to the “days of dialup”. I don’t want to go back to the Stone Age, either. If my bandwidth cap wasn’t so small, I’d be a better citizen of the virtual world.
