And There Was Much Rejoicing

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Saturday, September 9th. A day that will ever be celebrated in the House O' Piffle. The day we joined the rest of the civilized world and can now pay extra moolah to our communications company for (siiiiiiiiiigh) High Speed Internet.

Yes! Finally! They deemed that the deer, the cows and the us yokels who live among them are worthy, at least in our little backwater.

We're still trying to get our heads around the concept. I sent out pictures this weekend. Large sized pictures, more than one per sending. This would have taken around an hour on the dial-up. Yes. Really. Two to three large pictures. An hour. If lucky. Usually, the damn thing would time-out, even with the 'keep alive' enabled.

As of this weekend, it took less than a minute. More like 30 seconds.

I wept.

I keep logging on as I pass a computer, just because I don't have to actually connect. Just click the icon and, voila! Interneting! Used to take several minutes to establish that connection. And the phone! It is usable! During the interneting! Who knew?

Charles keeps pulling me into the room to see these sites that he's not been able to access. Sites with (gasp) video feed. Let me repeat: WE CAN NOW ACCESS VIDEO. Us! Never mind that these sites are all audio-video techie sites that hold no interest for me. It's the principle of the thing.

One problem, though, is that it is cutting in on my spider solitaire play. My stats are definitely suffering. See, I'd play a game or two between each web site. And, as it is so blisteringly fast, I feel the pull to surf more, as I can surf more. No longer do I sit there and shrug, saying, "Eh. It's not worth the 10 minutes to get there."

We're almost afraid to see what happens with iTunes, now. Charles downloaded one 4 minute song about 3 months ago. That also took more than an hour. Not really much of an incentive to spend money on that, right? But now? It will probably be waaaaay too quick and easy. Instant gratification.

Life is good.

Very, very good.

What next for our berg? A Mc D's? No, wait. That'd be bad. Unless you were one of our terribly nice neighbors who I was chatting with a couple of weeks ago. We were moaning about the lack of really good restaurants, or at least a decent pizza place, and she, in all seriousness, voiced the wish that the Golden Arches would put up a shingle. Or a Pizza Hut. Fortunately I realized that she really wasn't kidding before I put my foot in it. Not good to offend your neighbors out here. The winters are cold and long and the neighbors are few and far between. Never know when you might need somebody.

It's best to keep on the good side of one and all, even if it means not making snide remarks about their definition of a 'good restaurant'.

Midwest to the core.