"The fox knows many things, but the hedgehog knows one big thing."

                --Archilochus

Glenn Reynolds:
"Heh."

Barack Obama:
"Impossible to transcend."

Albert A. Gore, Jr.:
"An incontinent brute."

Rev. Jeremiah Wright:
"God damn the Gentleman Farmer."

Friends of GF's Sons:
"Is that really your dad?"

Kickball Girl:
"Keeping 'em alive until 7:45."

Hired Hand:
"I think . . . we forgot the pheasant."




I'm an
Alcoholic Yeti
in the
TTLB Ecosystem



Saturday, January 19, 2008

When You Hear The Tone

. . . please leave a message. Your east-coast proprietor has decamped to the wilds of Fauquier County, far from high-speed access to the interwebs.

Once upon a time, he marveled at the cutting edge technology that permitted him to watch as each individual character appeared on the screen, and a line of text might take a few seconds.

In green, of course.

Nightly packets of information were exchanged between nodes of WWIV, all via copper wire and dial-up modems. We were P2P before it was cool.

No longer. We have advanced to the point that technology incomprehensibly faster, dazzlingly superior, is too clumsy to endure.

Onward and upward.

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