I am in bed with a stinking cold, unable to think. So I play with computers instead. I finally put VNC on the big machine, so that I can now — well, I’m not sure what I can now do that I couldn’t before; but it feels very chic to be able to read the screen of my desktop from anywhere in the house.
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i love vnc, it kept me sane when i was bedridden after ada’s birth. i used it to suddenly blast loud, strange songs at unsuspecting family members in other parts of the house, among other, more pedestrian uses.
VNC is an Application of Inherent Goodness. One of the current aspects of my life is the care, feeding and righteous guidance of a teenager. He would do nothing except be online, were I to so allow. I have a filter set on the router that slams the door on his access at whim. I whim often, usually when he hasn’t done the washing up.
Recently, I was away for a week on the left coast of a certain troublesome superpower. I spent most of that time within reach of one wireless broadband gateway or another. VNC likes broadband.
I’d get a phone call from home saying “Daa-aaad, can you enable my Internet access? I’ve done my homework”, and two seconds later I’d hear the chimes over the phone as I logged into XP on the VNC server to get onto the router and disable the rule set.
Modern parenting, eh?
R