Here is my blog. Yew gotta 'scuse me, coz moy 'ands is bleedin' COLD tonite. I got a rockin' Palm handheld with built-in Wi-Fi (802.11b) Since our home PC's were already jury rigged to a simple switch that got us both onto the internet at the same time, but only fitfully allowed us to share files between machines. At one point my wife was actually e-mailing me stuff rather than fuss with our pissant network But we had done a lot of mental work, so our computers were in prime shape to be hooked up to a state-of-the-art Linksys router. So lets get out the little bahstid, 'eh? Well, oi hooks 'em all right and nice together Christmas tite, and before you could say 'God Save The Queen' it was up and runnin.' I di'in' hafta configga nuttin, dog. Moreover, I can see her shared folders in her computer and she can see mine, all on the network. Blimey, I could be back at the office and seein' this...gotta go outside and get my breath. Whew. Now. where was I? Oh, yes. The Palm Pilot...ahem Tungsten C. This is a fine piece of electronic mind candy. All those bitstreams making it work for you. General purpose computing machine. Whip out that sucka at the stock exchange, circa 1980. Take it to NASA in '69. It'd blow their nads off, dude! But, so I DON'T forget...I can now walk in my kitchen door, pull the Wi-Fi enabled Tungsten out of my crisply pressed shirt pocket, and summon my email to fly my ISP's servers down to my cable modem, thence to the router and hence the aether. Nothing like the chirpping of the aether in the morning!
posted by Paul Frank Walters @ 02:23
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