"High-speed"(?) internet.. --"Right."

I just realized in my past posting I used the phrase "high-speed internet" --which has to be the granddaddy of all OXYMORONS. Such a thing doesn't exist any more. It was less than 10 years ago that I could easily (and fast-ly) download huge weather satellite images, even with only a 9600- or 14400-baud modem. Thing is, NOW so many web pages have so much advertising & other gobbledygook (e.g. XMjavaL-script, or ... uhhh... whatever). And it makes the internet slow to a crawl, even for those lucky enough to afford a T3 line. Also, you'll note that the above link was for a [unfortunately]well-known software company whose new Windoze Vista OS has to be the biggest pile of BLOAT-WARE I've ever evaluated. They're certainly not doing their part for helping streamline information technology, especially what with continually releasing expen$ive and increasingly-buggy software. OK, I'm through ranting now..... time for this old silver-haired wolf to turn in fer th' night. Buenas nachos...

Moving (again), new house (finally!!), and cold pizza (blecchhh!!!)

Yeah: I know:: it's been a long while since I last posted. NOT that it matters anyway, since my "SiteMeter" has recorded extremely little activity on this 'blog page in the past TWO YEARS it's been online :-/ Right now it's 10:10PM on Tues 5-8-2007, and I'm sitting here eating a coupl'a slices of cold pizza from Papa John's and contemplating the meaning of stress in life. Ordinarily I'd say 'contemplating the meaning of life', but lately life has been stressful --but in a good sort of way actually .... welllll.. sort of... Hahahahaha!!! Good news is I've finally found a new house, one that I'd actually dreamed of living in for years. Obviously the bad news is all the stress involved in moving, which in itself is a major pain in the ass: especially for someone like *me* who has collected litterally MOUNTAINS of SH*T over the years. Yeah, I'm one of those who simply cain't throw anythang out. As soon as I actually DO git shed of something --even if I've kept it for 30+ years-- I suddenly realize I have a use/need for it and wish I'd kept it. So... go figure. This house is located wayyyy out in the sticks... even far enough away that high-speed internet doesn't even exist. Who knows: I might be able to afford satellite-based internet access someday --hopefully. We call this place Casa Grande (the "Big House" en Español). How ironic that the phrase is also slang meaning "prison", hahaha! What with moving all my mountains of sh*t there, and all the chores/tasks/&c. that lie ahead, an old song by Sam Cooke comes to mind: "That's th' sound of the men... workin' on the CHAAAAAINNNNN Gannnngggg....."