When it comes to technology, I've always been a tool. When I finally decided I want to get aboard the free music train several years ago, I immediately started reading about the music industry's jack-booted thugs sending middle-aged mothers to jail for downloading (stealing in the music industry's parlance, boohoo, they weren't getting every penny of their gazillions of dollars they were making from churning out what passed as original, fresh music), which was enough to scare me away from investigating the kwanza or whatever those sites were. Plus they were loaded with viruses and no matter how many anti-virus programs I loaded on, no matter how many times I pressed the "update now," button, I inevitably got whatever, fucking bad, evil, gum up your computer to the tune of hundreds of dollars to get it fixed thing that was going around.
So this morning, I read in a local tech column advice to stay away from phone Internet because the scum of the earth, most foul hacker, spewer of poisons, have found a way, an easier, soft entry point to share their filth through your phone Internet. This, of course, after I spent about an hour last night, surfing the 'Net on my phone, four months after my daughter signed us up for the service. I even pushed myself to come up with topics to search so I could use the fucking phone to learn how to access the Internet on the fucking phone. Of course. My timing is imfuckingpecable. :)
February 17, 2009