From 62e8467e59d7d30d7cbda080f6b5f1d37a17d905 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: mjfernez
You're on the Internet. Known to some as a series of -tubes, but in reality much more complicated than it has to be. In -basic sense, your computer called mine, and mine answered with directory -full of pages.
+tubes, 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 +router, 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.
@@ -68,9 +60,9 @@ bulk connection and rent them out for people to run fake media companies, blogs about cats, 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 machine in a server farm located roughly in New Jersey -browsing the "about" directory on the "whereami.html" page.
+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.
Less precisely, all that means is you're looking at some files I left in a directory at this address, and paid some people to host for me since local ISPs tend to be ridiculously expensive if you want to do @@ -78,14 +70,14 @@ anything 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. All these +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.
The Internet I grew up with, though I didn't really appreciate it at the 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.
And speaking of fake, it's not even unreasonable to believe you're -- cgit v1.2.3