Hotel California

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PG is frustrated with what should be the most mundane of internet tasks – transferring a domain from one internet service provider to another.

As he ran the process a second time with a large, but shady ISP after the first one got lost somewhere in the bowels of their subnormally-automated systems, he was reminded of the following lyrics from an old song by the Eagles titled, “Hotel California.”

Relax,” said the night man,
“We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave.”

3 thoughts on “Hotel California”

  1. I think David Gilmour said it at least equally well:

    There’s no way out of here, when you come in you’re in for good
    There was no promise made, the part you’ve played, the chance you took
    There are no boundaries set, the time and yet you waste it still

    With, I should add, an equally good guitar solo.

  2. A common hurdle the world over, usually embodied in the dominant political strategy of the day:
    “One man, one vote, once. ”

    Also in classic PDFs: information goes in but never comes out.
    We used to call it the roach motel format.
    Still is to a large extent.
    It’ll probably take true AI to do the job right. 😉

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