All the comforts of home
We’re online, the Laptop Twins, fraternal, not identical. We have taken over the place (the ATC lobby), pulled up chairs and beaten the validation wizard. All is well in the city.
Actually, the air-conditioned comfort is worth a LOT, today. Outside, the thermometer is over 31 degrees C. The dog has been very forgiving, but every turnaround I seem to be pouring water into a bowl, or throwing grapes, or accepting “that loving feeling”. Inside the Atlantic Technology Centre I have just enjoyed a lovely roast beef sandwich (compliments of the the concession guy who wants to go home) and I’ve been seeing what the limits are for those of us on the ‘radio net’.
Let’s see. I can’t access the webmail at work, or use FTP or NNTP (port restrictions). Google can’t answer my questions, but Altavista can. Is that a symptom of a time warp? The SSL connections work fine, but my server at home is asleep, or lost, or detached from the router. I’ll see about that in a couple of weeks.
The other saw a movie (actually an excuse for air-conditioned popcorn) while I did some microfilm study. Horrible medium. The dog has been extremely territorial, to the chagrin of a small child that didn’t know about white demons. I do not take responsibility for the nightmares of other families. It’s not quite the weekend, and the badly parked family from BC has moved on. So has “Bill” and his mistress from Le Plateau. Campgrounds are so much a community of strangers.
The boy may forgive us someday for dragging him along on holidays.
