Tonight’s commute was startling. I pulled up to a stoplight and noticed my car happened to be sitting next to a police car. I further noticed that the police car was the same one that had been behind me a moment or two before. Further, the officer was waving, pointing toward the tail of my car, and saying something.
Of course, I’m thinking, DARN, what’s wrong with my car??? ARG! So I roll down the window.
“What does the sticker mean?”
Oh. The bumper sticker. That says “there’s no place like 197.0.0.1.”
Which is how I wound up delivering a networking basics class of .05 minutes on the street tonight. I don’t think he really “got it,” but he seemed satisfied enough.
The number, by the way, is an IP address that is essentially “home” - if you ping it from your system it will always be, in a nutshell, your computer talking to itself.
Now I’m going to go drive by firehouses. (Have you seen the annual fireman’s calendar? HUBBA!)
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