Ten years ago, I would have been freaked out by that trifecta: No computer, no internet, no internet presence – and no time to fix any of it. What’s changed? Steve Jobs put my business in my shirt pocket. In my everyday world, I use my desktop computer for this – for writing. Everything I do for money I can do from my phone. Vendor contact is all text – only by cell phone. We closed a house in our triply-crippled state.
All is well by now. Brand new SSD hard drive, wicked fast, and every byte of data was recovered from backup. Fiber internet at 500 megs – hello, 500-million channel television. And the file server was held hostage by its host for days just because I couldn’t get to them to demonstrate that a server that is running two weblogs cannot have attacked itself.
Murphy’s Law says whatever can go wrong will. Finagle’s Laws tend to argue that the worst possible thing that could go wrong will go wrong at the worst possible time. On the other hand, static charge really does matter, especially in the desert, and people actually do win the lottery.
Meaning what? We had a great move with a three-headed digital Cerberus blocking our exit. I flashed it my phone and it ceased to be a problem. How cool it that?
PS: I am reading that Broker Barton may be dumping his entire inventory of over-priced turkeys to hedge funds – overpaying for owner-occupied homes then turning them into rentals. If this is so, he graduates from moron to menace. Stick to your knitting, please, poindexters. No one needs the world made worse.
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