Technology and use of in keeping sane
I had my ticket, and armed with a laptop I got on the bus to London. Booted up, iwconfig'd, restarted, iwconfig'd, ifdown'd and ifup'd....
And lo, computer says yes. Wireless internet on intercity buses, surely a great thing for people who get bored looking out the window and companies that sell travel sickness tablets (Reading, moving, heating on full blast and no fans...a bad combination).
I have to admit I was exited, and did the messenger equivalent off a triggerHappy "HELLO?! IM ON A BUS" :) It was very nice though, strewn across a couple of seats, travelling past Reading chatting to someone in Australia about the Ratt concert they've just been to; sometimes you just have to love technology. The quality was pretty good as well, sitting watching videos on youtube wasn't *that* bad, and for normal surfing its fine.
With this and (until free or subscribed and working city wireless) war driving, when the openmoko is released, the possibility of waving goodbye to mobile operators and their costs gets ever more closer. A constantly connected world where you have communication whenever you want, and don't need to pay the weeks cider money to get it.
Sadly on the way back computer said no. There I was just ready to enjoy the journey and it wouldn't connect, complete and utter rejection. This put me in a bit of a bad mood, but to add to it the two biggest airheads I have ever had the misfortune to be in the vicinity of sat down behind me. I swear, it was like they stepped out of a combination of a bad cliché and the golden girls. I still shudder at the thought.
If it had worked then I could have ignored their inane ramblings, sadly though, I was forced to sit and listen (loud piercing voices - sticking your fingers in your ears and humming 'lalalala I can't hear you' had no chance of working). I'm only glad it wasn't a 12 hour London to Glasgow journey, in that time they could have grated my sanity to shreds to the point where I would happily start talking about how sad it was about Alf in Coronation Street, and how you have to feel sorry for the poor man, especially at his age...