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Okay, I admit it, I am still in the thrall of constant Internet. Actually, make it my Dad and I are in a constant thrall. My mother despairs of both of us when we are stuck to our computers. I constantly check to see the progress on whether I can finally watch "Mad Men" finale and my Dad speed reads the multitude of online Russian newspapers. I am almost afraid to introduce him to Youtube:)
It actually gives me a thrill to see someone being exposed to the wider knowledge of the Internet, especially, someone as knowledgeable as my Dad who is always keeping up to date with his topics of interest, like world politics and history. I just have to introduce him to wikipedia and find the sites of some of the Russian universities. My mother had not been 'corrupted' as yet, but I believe it is only a matter of time. I suspect she just enjoys having the downstairs TV for herself at the moment.
I also managed to run out of my cap this morning, slowing down the progress for my Mad Men episode, only 60+ MB to go dammit. So after a brief sign up for a couple of more GB and a sign-up for a regular package, I am back to my addiction.
I am currently trying not to speed-read Molière's "Tartuffe". I am amazed at the depth of irony, parody and knowledge of human nature this man displays. If he were alive today he would probably beat Dr Phil in ratings or give Jon Stewart a run for his money.
In the process of typing this entry the ADSL line went down twice and mysteriously reconnected when I picked up the phone to report a problem to Telkom.
I shall officially be joining in to the Guild Wars craze that is running rampant through the ranks of some of my friends. I only have to drag my lazy behind to the shop to get it and also get a Skype Phone so my folks can start dialing to relatives on other continents. Actually, all our relatives are on other continents, but fortunately they aren't that many of them.
More detailed posts spam on the way, including the details of my encounter with the writer of "Slave species of god".
As a parting shot: From Mollere's "Le Misanthrope" (1666), Act II, sc. iv
"The more we love our friends, the less we flatter them;
It is by excusing nothing that pure love shows itself."
It actually gives me a thrill to see someone being exposed to the wider knowledge of the Internet, especially, someone as knowledgeable as my Dad who is always keeping up to date with his topics of interest, like world politics and history. I just have to introduce him to wikipedia and find the sites of some of the Russian universities. My mother had not been 'corrupted' as yet, but I believe it is only a matter of time. I suspect she just enjoys having the downstairs TV for herself at the moment.
I also managed to run out of my cap this morning, slowing down the progress for my Mad Men episode, only 60+ MB to go dammit. So after a brief sign up for a couple of more GB and a sign-up for a regular package, I am back to my addiction.
I am currently trying not to speed-read Molière's "Tartuffe". I am amazed at the depth of irony, parody and knowledge of human nature this man displays. If he were alive today he would probably beat Dr Phil in ratings or give Jon Stewart a run for his money.
In the process of typing this entry the ADSL line went down twice and mysteriously reconnected when I picked up the phone to report a problem to Telkom.
I shall officially be joining in to the Guild Wars craze that is running rampant through the ranks of some of my friends. I only have to drag my lazy behind to the shop to get it and also get a Skype Phone so my folks can start dialing to relatives on other continents. Actually, all our relatives are on other continents, but fortunately they aren't that many of them.
More detailed posts spam on the way, including the details of my encounter with the writer of "Slave species of god".
As a parting shot: From Mollere's "Le Misanthrope" (1666), Act II, sc. iv
"The more we love our friends, the less we flatter them;
It is by excusing nothing that pure love shows itself."
