Hidden Forbidden Love
My phone cord wraps around my Ethernet cable, they are in love.
They want to be together, they want to pass packets of information back and forth between one another
Oh, slender shiny silver phone cord indented stripe running your length
alas! your untwisted pair copper wires just don't have the throughput capacity
to handle the bandwidth of the 100BaseT copper on your round red rubber lover
and your RJ-11 male connectors are incompatible with his RJ-45 male connectors.
Alas, you are both male,
and neither of you has an anus, or a mouth, or an orifice of any sort
and so the only way you can connect is by sharing ports on the same wall jack,
but even then your paths never cross
because the telephone is Southwestern Bell
and my network serves the internet to me through Roadrunner
I would never dial in through WorldNet
while still connected through the network at a much faster rate.
But the wires want to be together and so I do just that.
I plug them both into my computer.
I plug them both into the wall
and I write a little macro
that pings my own IP address automatically once every second
while at the same time
switching the internet connectivity method
between the NIC and the modem
at about the same rate
the computer fan suddenly turned on
and sighed with relief
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