Ain’t it the truth?
From an iBook on my lap, wirelessly connected to a router plugged into a cable modem connected to my service provider, wired into the internet backbone with countless hops between here and Nasa’s web servers, which dish up live video feeds from inside their terminal, panning shots of live data feeds [time-shifted, of course] direct from Mars, and the only thing I could think to myself was “boy is this low quality.”
One can only dream of the things we’ll take for granted tomorrow.