At last back amongst the surviving packets on the grand isobaric terrain of the intArweb. In my travels I have seen many lonely deserted packets, dropped needlessly from their groups… 8, 32, thousands… why do they not care for the feelings of a single packet, leaving them to separate into fragments of bits at our very feet. But behold, I have before me packets folded to my bidding. Networks staged on the very air over my living establishment are now mine, MINE, at my very bidding… my beckoned call to bow upon my every whim and desire.
Oh yes… I have internet access now. Clandestinely perhaps, but I never claimed to be a Greenpeace activist. I’m not armed enough for that role, yet.
Time progresses and this blog consists of things I have ran across and/or learned within the last 2 years. In some cases, simply being a documentation for me to refer to later, along with sharing to the rest of the world. I forget more than I ever type, sadly.
No longer am I clandestinely pirating airwaves to gain ‘net access. I find my own connection to be far more sound. That, and I can afford it now 😉