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Thanks, Netgear! Now I’ve Got My Own Personal, Portable Cloud

Do you ever stop and wonder, "Who owns the Internet?" Like, really. Someone pays a hosting company, who must pay someone else for access to the Web, and so on. But who's at the very top? And for that matter, what exactly is "The Cloud"? It's a virtual warehouse for storage really. But again, where is it? And don't clouds eventually dissipate and go away for good? I honestly don't know the answer to any of that, but they're questions Allie and I always bring up. Regardless, I'm just happy that we do have an Internet and that storage and sharing information thanks to the Cloud has gotten a zillion times easier ...


Spread the Internet Love at Home with a Netgear Nighthawk x4 WiFi Router

Kids today. With their iPhones. Nintendo 3DS units. YouTube. I tell ya, it's a technological paradise. Why, I still remember the "Good Ol' Days" where we literally had to use a dial-up modem to connect to a BBS, just so we can hang out in a chat room and talk about how amazingly cool this "online" thing is. And who could ever forget the melodic pitch of the modem finally making its connection. Yeah, I'm not sure who invented that noise but they somehow beat out "fingernails on a chalkboard" for most spine-tingling awful sound. Anyways, these days modems have gotten just a "tad" bit faster. And thanks to all sorts of nifty ...


This Year’s BlogHer Conference Was Totally for the Dogs

It was my second time attending a BlogHer conference. I had a blast at the last one a few years ago in NYC and only went again this year because the show made its triumphant return to the Big Apple! As part of my Blogger Hat Trick (Part 1 was Blogger Bash, Part 3 was KidzVuz which I'll write about soon!), the middle of my blog-filled NYC trip was spent at #BlogHer15 at the Midtown Hilton in Manhattan. This one was a bit different from Blogger Bash. I opted solely for the networking pass, which meant I couldn't attend the main sessions or certain events. But it meant I could freely walk ...