A Texas Verizon DSL now on Frontier. I had one service call, the fellow looked like a street person from Jamaica, driving an ancient pick-up. He was nice enough, but the service is still spotty, the phone has a constant hum, the DSL mostly works though. They aren't filling me with confidence
I'm old enough to remember the birth of pay TV. The sales pitch was that it would be commercial free. There was still some doubt that it would be widely adopted. Though in fringe areas, it was a boon, as previously those folks could do little with an antenna. Introducing it to the cities, where free TV could be had with rabbit ears, took a bit more persuasion, and to begin with it was a low enough price and a good enough product to entice the public. Fast forward to today; we have the internet, cable TV has degenerated to reruns, commercials, 200+ channels with nothing on, and a few really good shows. Is it any wonder the customers are running for the exit.
“I invented nothing new. I simply assembled the discoveries of other men behind whom were centuries of work. Had I worked fifty or ten or even five years before, I would have failed. So it is with every new thing. Progress happens when all the factors that make for it are ready, and then it is inevitable. To teach that a comparatively few men are responsible for the greatest forward steps of mankind is the worst sort of nonsense.”
Beat me to the punch :( I've really given up on city government, by the time they announce a meeting for concerned citizens to voice their concerns, what ever it is is already set in stone. They just want folks to feel like they are part of the process. To say the take the liberty of bullshitting is putting it mildly.
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Reading is equal easily to the cell phone, but at least with some forms of sexual activity, you can still see the road. I disagree with conversing with passenger, even if you are the moron who must look at the other person, surely you would notice when their eyes got as big as saucers as you steer into the path of an oncoming vehicle, or attempt to rearend the vehicle in front. The other member of the cell conversation does not have this connection.
Really no argument there, I'm normally a rights first sort of guy. I do find the level of concentration required to drive among the inconsiderate, self important users, well beyond what should be required to safely navigate the course. Compared to pre-cell days, the cars are at least twice as good, the drivers for the most part barely present. It is to the point where autonomous cars would be a plus in my book, and I truly love driving. I have millions of miles under my belt, & can survive out there, but it is still damn annoying.
Anything that takes the cellphones out of drivers hands works for me. I hear all the anger; talking to a passenger, or whatever is just as distracting. Frankly the only thing I can think of that is as distracting is; excessive alcohol consumption.
I too can see the Fios and cable enabled buildings from my front lawn, I can see the interstate from my backdoor. My speed tests on a good day are 2.75 mbps & .75 mbps, and unfortunately good days aren't that frequent.
We live in a semi-rural area, with 80 year old copper lines, as our only option. The DSL coverage is spotty, particularly when it rains, the phone just goes away when it rains, For this glorious service, I pay just shy of $90 per month. The will came and go through the motions of fixing it when you report the outage, but next rain it will be back. We love having the internet, it is like having the keys to the greatest library in the world. The phone I could do without, but they won't even sell me naked DSL.
Before we started concerning ourselves with hurting someones feelings. Grow a set and cowboy up. I'm not saying racism doesn't exist, but a little ribbing if far and away from a lynching, or even not being hired or some other serious shit. No one was ever exempt, though some groups like the Poles seem to attract a bit more. In conclusion, you get more of what you dream about, and (less desirably) what you fear. Life goes where the thoughts guide it.