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The WEB!

imageI've been a devotee of Click Online for long. However, since the TV is mostly inaccessible for my viewing pleasure (it's hooked on to desi streams that cater to the tastes of my roommates), I never get to see it nowadays.

Satya stumbled across today's episode while channel surfing and lingered just long enough to grab my attention. Today's was themed on video blogging via the mobile phone. Wanting to watch it in full, I sprang for my DELL and streamed the entire episode at 100kbps. It was more than satisfactory though the image quality wasn't anywhere close to what the TV could offer. Most gratifyingly, there wasn't a single 'freeze' throughout the 20+ mins even though ours is a shared connection. The only sacrifice: Duke Ellington and Ella Fitzgerald had to be put on hold.

 

Earlier in the day, I party saw a webisode from the Danica McKellar starring Inspector Mom. I remember how smitten I was by her during my teens, thanks to her rivetting role as Winnie Cooper in The Wonder Years.

 

The Web is coming of age.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I hear ya on Ms. Cooper.
She was something back then ....

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