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Scenario 1: I’m in southern California. My cousin is in northern Maine. I want to mail her a packet of poems I wrote in honor of Justin Timberlake. As of this week, it’ll cost me 41 cents. That’s 41 cents to go 3,500 miles.
Scenario 2: I’m in my living room. My brother is in the bathroom, painfully relieving his GI tract of tonight’s taco surprise. I want to text him a message making fun of his predicament. Depending on our relative data plans with our cell providers, it could cost up to 20 cents. 20 cents to send 6 words (”lol, u have teh explosive diarrhea”) of insignificant digital data over a gigantic digital network.
I could drive my 5,000 pound truck (editor’s note: holy crap!!) almost a twentieth of a mile on 20 cents, and Verizon/AT&T can’t push a bloody hundred or so bytes of data for less? I can send 53 stanzas of steamy JT love 3,500 miles for 41 cents, but it costs me half that to send 6 virtual words a few feet?
That, my friends, is what we in the Channukah music box industry call a “scam”. Or, what my friends in the Churro industry more appropriately call the ol’ “Irish McSwindle.”
so you’re into JT? He’s effin dreamy. hehehe
Comment by handsomedevil — 13 May, 2007 @ 21:53
You know what else sucks? People like handsomedevil can send you a text message–something you can’t do anything about–and it costs you money! That’s worth going to war over.
Comment by David Peterson — 19 May, 2007 @ 20:58