From the Devils With Babies blog, thanks to a tweet from Tom O’Reilly …
A lovely story .. make sure you read it all (won’t take long).
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Love in the Time of Stochasticity
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Love is random and it has no script. Kind of like conversations with cable service-providers.
“I give up, I don’t know what to do,” I told Mister (now super annoying) Super Tech Comcast guy who–honestly?–at this point (minute 49) was losing patience with me.
“I think you need a new router ma’am,” he said, oozing false politeness.
“But I don’t understand,” I cried, appealing to rationality in a world where it doesn’t exist (aka Comcast). “The router worked fine today. It only stopped working when we changed the modem!” I said (mentally patting myself on the back for using both “router” and “modem” in one sentence).
“I can’t explain it ma’am,” he said. I gritted my teeth. Of course you can’t, I thought.
“But sometimes, if you have had a modem and a router together for a long time, and you change the modem?”
Yes, I thought, waiting for some sort of fancy technical voodoo retort.
“Sometimes the router remembers the old modem…,” Comcast-Tech-Guy said, trailing off.
Sometimes the router remembers the old modem?
“Sometimes the router remembers the old modem…and misses it…”
Wow. My router misses my old modem.They had been together for 5 years.
As long as I’ve been married.
Random.
What does it all mean?
Who knows.
Love is all around us.
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Cautionary tale about emotional attachment of the incapacitated to corporations, as i see it.