I’m away from home on a visit to family members, so this post is coming to you courtesy of the dreaded dial-up. I love that it is called dial-up. Dial phones were on the way out when I was a kid, and the “princess phone” (with push buttons, of course) was all the rage. Dial-up was never really dial-up at all, it has always been (if I may coin a phrase) ‘tone-up.’ Now that I’m back to using tone-up for a few days, it isn’t as bad as you’d think. After all, if it’s tone-up or nothing, you’d settle for tone-up too.
On a related note (and I’ve blogged about this before), the icon for “save” is the floppy disk. It’s an anachronistic icon, but I bet it’ll be around a while.
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Put here as to not disrespect your 9/11 blog:
What’s wrong with my libido not being checked? 🙂