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@@ -16,11 +16,11 @@ stuff.
*You're on the Internet*. Known to some as a
[series of tubes](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Series_of_tubes),
-but in reality much more complicated than it has to be. In basic sense, your
+but in reality much more complicated than it has to be. Like a phone call, your
computer called mine, and mine answered with directory full of pages.
The way you get here is through a device you have at home called a router,
-which literally does what the name implies--it routes signals to where they
+which literally does what the name implies: it routes signals to where they
need to go to make things go beep. In the 60s and
70s, routers tended to be people-based and would require workers spend
their time plugging cables into and out of ports so calls could connect.
@@ -51,7 +51,7 @@ and porn sites.
I'm getting lost on your question though, so where are we exactly?
-Precisely speaking, you are in a chrooted web server running on rented virtual
+Precisely speaking, you are in a web server running on rented virtual
machine in a server farm located roughly in New Jersey browsing the "about"
directory on the "whereami.html" page.
@@ -62,7 +62,7 @@ besides host some private servers for you and your friends and family.
But maybe most importantly, you've reached a webpage owned by another
human being. Well mostly... I don't own the hardware. But the place is
-mine; not a corporation's, or a bot's, or a government's.
+mine. Not a corporation's, or a bot's, or a government's.
All these files were loving crafted by yours truly in markdown, using
vim, and converted with pandoc to HTML because of laziness.
@@ -71,7 +71,7 @@ time, used to be filled with places like this. "Homepages" were a thing,
or were just starting to be at least.
But as soon as it started it all got sucked up and commodified into
-social media; we somehow got coerced into profiles, templates, and
+social media. We somehow got coerced into profiles, templates, and
standards to make us easier for ad companies to study. And even I really
liked it for a while, but over time, it got fake. I got fake.