Yeah u r... ...

I guess folks who play sports, or climb rocks, or swim, or do photography for hours to improve their abilities, just not professionally, should 'get help' too? I don't watch dribble on telly, or sit around bored, or have to bother people for company, or enact the mentality of a socially troubled teenage youtuber to garner attention. I manage my time and consider mastery of a hobby a satisfaction. I've always been a gamer and like anyone with a passion for something, I've kept at it with the goal to improve. Is that worse than someone who plays a game once on normal, considers it complete and moves onto the next - mindlessly devouring content until something's too hard, requires actual thought or mechanical understanding, at which point they load up the next, or go back to gormless gurning at the television? 'Cos that's 90% of the gaming population these days, so I guess that's what you're referring to. That ain't me.

Do you still possess the reflexes of a younger man? I do. I am a paragon. A figurative Jesus, if you will. My time and efforts art a sacrifice upon the altar of attention span. A martyr for capability. I will now place the Sacred Chalice of the Impossible, next to the Chump Bucket, which doth contain thy balls, and thusly hurl down my gauntlet. Thy balls may returneth upon completion of Max Payne's challenge mode. Or of two other titles and what doth they consider to be 'hard mode', thus may yield returneth of one ball per-piece. One may, of course, win at something in 'real life' in sporting competition amongst peers, but that's just laughably nonsensical make-believe isn't it? Doth note that whomever may be singular, or otherwise lacking of original ballage may still earn two, due to favourable predictions of excessive unreclaimable balls, for reasons and excuses ranging from age, inability or commitments to nappies/fattening wives/delusional religions whom do not art praise thy chalice, nor thy sun or bucket and/or simply having hobbies of their own that aren't just neuron stroking time-fillers in their miserably bleak lives of mental fragility, masked by relentless internet addiction and online debauchery, fuelling self-denial of reality and the social wasteland of insignificance in which they'll forever reside, prior to a small immediate-family funeral, during which the only tear shed is of the vicar, as he stealthily rubs up behind the pulpit, whilst attendees on their grudgingly rescheduled lunch-break browse inane social media memes on their phones. And yes, you all buy games and never even finish them. And no, the reason is not 'free time', unless you work at a tread-mill or have some sex-witholding femdom, whipping you into obedience with the aromatic pungeance of possibility, you duplicitous bunch of cunts

I guess folks who play sports, or climb rocks, or swim, or do photography for hours to improve their abilities, just not professionally, should 'get help' too? I don't watch dribble on telly, or sit around bored, or have to bother people for company, or enact the mentality of a socially troubled teenage youtuber to garner attention. I manage my time and consider mastery of a hobby a satisfaction. I've always been a gamer and like anyone with a passion for something, I've kept at it with the goal to improve. Is that worse than someone who plays a game once on normal, considers it complete and moves onto the next - mindlessly devouring content until something's too hard, requires actual thought or mechanical understanding, at which point they load up the next, or go back to gormless gurning at the television? 'Cos that's 90% of the gaming population these days, so I guess that's what you're referring to. That ain't me.

Do you still possess the reflexes of a younger man? I do. I am a paragon. A figurative Jesus, if you will. My time and efforts art a sacrifice upon the altar of attention span. A martyr for capability. I will now place the Sacred Chalice of the Impossible, next to the Chump Bucket, which doth contain thy balls, and thusly hurl down my gauntlet. Thy balls may returneth upon completion of Max Payne's challenge mode. Or of two other titles and what doth they consider to be 'hard mode', thus may yield returneth of one ball per-piece. One may, of course, win at something in 'real life' in sporting competition amongst peers, but that's just laughably nonsensical make-believe isn't it? Doth note that whomever may be singular, or otherwise lacking of original ballage may still earn two, due to favourable predictions of excessive unreclaimable balls, for reasons and excuses ranging from age, inability or commitments to nappies/fattening wives/delusional religions whom do not art praise thy chalice, nor thy sun or bucket and/or simply having hobbies of their own that aren't just neuron stroking time-fillers in their miserably bleak lives of mental fragility, masked by relentless internet addiction and online debauchery, fuelling self-denial of reality and the social wasteland of insignificance in which they'll forever reside, prior to a small immediate-family funeral, during which the only tear shed is of the vicar, as he stealthily rubs up behind the pulpit, whilst attendees on their grudgingly rescheduled lunch-break browse inane social media memes on their phones. And yes, you all buy games and never even finish them. And no, the reason is not 'free time', unless you work at a tread-mill or have some sex-witholding femdom, whipping you into obedience with the aromatic pungeance of possibility, you duplicitous bunch of cunts

Holy fuck whiskey... U got 1999 internet ... Lol poor ppl...

loads fast here Whiskey

Just to advise all is now good. Spent 40 - 50 minutes on the phone, they have to repeat all previous tests and the same I had done. Eventually they got into the modem settings (remotely) and changed something and all is as it should be.

Well that's a load off my mind.

Can we see another speed test, just to confirm?

Interesting bump so



Maybe the sun isn't in the right spot

faster than 61% of Australia

Geoff's wife has upgraded his Internet