My wife spent three hours putting it together, and she wanted me to see it too.
Including one from a pal at the State Department, who echoed my basic goal: To use video chat to tuck my kids into bed isn’t a crime.
they can see me even as I zip across the Nebraska sky at some 400 mph.
Except tonight, as I was chatting with my lovely wife and two lovely daughters (much to the amusement of my seat mates, using Bose headphones and my Mac Book’s built in microphone), the very nice steward – who I must note brought me extra nuts even though he didn’t have to – told me I had to quit my video chat.
That’s not so unusual – anymore – Wifi had been on planes for over a year now, and I’ve grown accustomed to the service. Well, because my family also has Wifi, and my kids can now gather around any one of our home computers, fire up i Chat, and BAM!
His broadcasting schedule swelled from one or two hours a day to appearing live in four two-hour sessions. “I was using up around 70GB of data each month, and I’m with Verizon so you know that’s not cheap.” He was addicted to the interaction with the audience, but couldn’t afford to keep up with his costs.
So he sent a letter to You Now, which put him on its partner program, allowing him to earn money when his fans left digital tips and gifts. Cashier broadcast has several hundred people following live at any time.
I don’t want to end up stripped searched in a cold basement cell below SFO, after all. My girls were not pleased – today my oldest got a new bed and REALLY wanted to show it off (and let me tuck her into it from an airplane.
(Well really, she wanted me to see the look on our daughter’s face when I saw it, anyone who’s a parent will understand…) So what’s a curious guy to do?