I don’t talk much about technology, but I must sing the praises of Vonage. It really works. Sign up. But before you do, tell me, ’cause I get a free month if I recommend you. Vonage, if you don’t know, is hooking your phone up through broadband. Unlimited local and long distance for $25 a month. Two very minor catches. The quality, I would say, is only 93% that of a regular land line. And, once in a blue moon, you will make an outgoing call and you’ll hear a fast busy signal. Hang up and count to ten and redial and it should go through. It has only happened three times. One of those three times I actually had to count to fifteen. But other than that, Vonage is a dream.

But something that has begun to suck lately is Netflix. Imagine that! Me, the one who used to sing Netflix’s praises like Paul on the road to Damascus. But three times in the last month Netflix has sent me cracked, unusable DVDs. Just now, as I was all excited to watch Disc 2 of Season 3 of the West Wing (yes, yes, I am back to that bit of liberal fantasy) I opened the envelope and the disc actually came apart in my hand. Grumble! I may just have to. . . .read!?!?!?