I live in cyberspace
I have an address and all sorts of people write to me every day. Most of them are greeted by my butler, Spam-killer, and others run into a blank wall when they try and enter. Only the good guys make it all the way through.
Surfing the web
The mail is the easy part of being up here. It's what I do that's complicated. I write articles on various subjects, so I am continually zooming in and out of Google, looking up some fact, then dashing across to see what's happening in the rest of the world, back to take in the stock exchange prices, then a look at something in a dictionary, I attend to some question from a construction site that I am mildly connected to and back to my article. I do all this without ever closing a file or moving out of a website. When I need something new I simply open the browser again and go to another website.
Only the heavy breathing of the computer or some sly message about me reaching the limits of my memory slows me down and on those occasions it's easier to take a quick Payday Loan, dash across the street and buy more memory.
Disaster strikes
All was well this morning. At about 11, I went to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee, returned, picked up the mouse – no internet. Dead. Not a whisper, not a sign of life. I am reasonably technical minded, so I pulled out all the wires lying on the desk, plugged them back in, no change. Then I rebooted my computer, a major operation because it means exiting from all the sites I was in; no change.
I thought about calling my Internet provider and then I remembered what happened the last time I resorted to this – I sat in on hold for about 3 hours and finally the person who came on line and who sounded as though he was ten years old, said he was in Singapore and he couldn't help me. ... click here to read the rest of the article titled "I went through a major crisis today – the internet was down"
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