The inevitable wifi complaint
Christian Crumlish
We're up in the nosebleeds in the Fleet Center all bitching about the flakey wifi. I've finally got my connection working (apparently), by making up a suitable IP number (and changing it when the DHCP server reassigns mine to someone else).
At one of the two bloggers' breakfasts I attended this morning there were cameramen looming over my shoulder filming me typing on my laptop. They probably thought I was blogging, but I was actually practicing an ancient art known as "taking notes" (in this case, in VoodooPad, my favorite hypertext scratchpad).
I was thinking "does this make good TV?" So I typed it - don't know if the camera picked it up.
I've also now been interviewed by someone from Comcast and someone from eWeek.
