VyprVPN can't handle the truth. They can't handle gigabit fiber speeds either.
Look - I think they actually have a pretty good product. For the most part I can VPN at pretty good speeds. But a 90% haircut on throughput at home is a little hard to swallow. Even harder to swallow is the fact that they refuse to admit that they can't handle it. All they do is offer apologies as if that will change the numbers I'm observing.
Not realistic. I think my next step will be an AWS-based roll-your-own kind of service or maybe I'll just go back into research mode but right now I'm feeling really disappointed. The technology is there to be secure from the home, but the providers aren't keeping up.
On VPN I can download from the BBC in London faster than I can access Savage Love. Pretty sad really.
Since the natural inclination of any rational person is to engage in a tad bit of escapism when confronted by a truly terrible situation (And lest I fail to be perfectly clear, I checked with my therapist, a minor fugue state is an appropriate response to the Trump administration.) - I've invented a new drink.
But at least what I've written so far is up to my standards. Editing can be a disappointing exercise. Starweaver's Dawn is 100% outlined and the word count is standing around 4500 words so far. I ordered the proof copy of Starweaver's Retreat from CreateSpace.com today - so I will officially be "in print" soon.
I watched the live video chat with Neal Stephenson today. It's an interesting data point that I have not, as of yet, made enough money as an author to afford an ebook copy of his new novel. Publicity, it seems, is quite expensive to gather at $.99 an impression. I took some solace in the fact that only 300 or so people connected to the chat room. Selling books can be rough for even the superstars.