Yesterday afternoon a box came UPS, and now (after only a bit of sweating and cursing to get the cables run right) the house is now getting bits via the cable TV wires rather than the telephone wires. An' since the former are big an' coaxial rather than lil an' copperish, we're getting like ten times the bandwidth we used to. Huzzah!
M spent the evening being gleeful about how much faster audiobooks an' stitching patterns an' iTune tunes come down. I mostly noticed that I can jack up the Second Life network-speed control to the highest it'll go, without anyone in the house saying "is someone hogging all the bandwidth?", which is v nice.
Now hafta remember to tell the DSL folks that we don' need their DSL anymore after the cable's been working okay for a lil while. An' then when fibre finally comes get to decide whether to switch yet again, given how painless it seems to be!
In the box was a CD full of "cruft that you don't want but that people pay us to give you", but I managed to not use that at all by pushing the "if you don't have the whatever setup thingumie CD, click here to register your modem" button on the page that appeared when I had all the cables connected, registering my modem, and then not installing the big package of cruft that it wanted me to download and install at the end.
Really must spend a bit less time in Second Life, despite how fun it is. Got to sleep relatively early last night; fortunately the friend who accidentally retextured her entire house did it early in the evening, so showing her how to make the windows transparent again an' stuff didn't keep me up too late, even given a certain amount of mandatory dancing about in dance clubs. *8)
(Dancing in Second Life is one of the more suprising things, psychologically. I mean, it sounds like it should be completely lame, but in fact it's great fun. I've heard many people comment on this, as well as having said it variously myself.)
So this is the second time I've participated in a study where scientific types have wanted to peek inside the brains of meditators to see if our are different from those of just plain folks. I'm always game for these things. I think it's great that such research is being done and I'm as curious as the next guy to see how it turns out. Maybe my brain is like totally round and has developed a special gland that can shoot out lazer beams or unhook girls' bras from ten feet away or something. That would be rad!
(Recall that this is an actual Zen master talking, woot!)
Phrase that I randomly found sitting around in my "things to log" file with no explanation o' the Day: "extrusion protection".
An' I dunno, what else? It was a really lovely day yesterday, with bright sun and cool air and no humidity, and I was actually slightly chilly with the window open last night, and ooooh I'm ready for it to be Autumn. (Except that we haven't put the leaf-net back on the Big Tub of Water this year yet.)
An' leaking toilets are really annoying! *8P