I got so disgusted with the DSL cutting out on me that I haven’t bothered to even try getting online lately. Mr. Cable Guy was here this ayem, though, so I’m all hooked up with broadbandy goodness. It is beautiful.
In order to get ready for cable internet service, though, I had to pretty much rearrange my entire apartment. The bedroom had to be flip-flopped with the studio, and the living room furniture had to be rotated 180 degrees. Aieee! And, of course, being the master procrastinator that I am, I didn’t start until yesterday. It wouldn’t have been so bad, even then, but when I was about half-way done, I slit the index finger on my right hand open. It was deep enough to need stitches and was bleeding like nothing I’d ever seen before, but since Prompt Care wasn’t open, I just bandaged it up tightly and finished moving crap. Lemme tell ya’, moving a full-size mattress and box springs one-handed is not completely impossible, but it is No Picnic.
The good news is that the cut is deep enough that it doesn’t hurt. I’m whiny enough without adding “Waaah, it hurts!” to the litany of stuff to complain about. The bad news is that it is a pain in the arse to type. Work should be lots of fun this week!
Anyway, rearranging the living room meant moving CDs, which was sort of comical, given the injured hand problem. I finally got everything emptied out of the shelves, when I recalled being cranky a few days ago because I didn’t have anything to listen to. Um, clearly, that was not true. What I meant was that I wanted something new to listen to.
And there are a couple hundred more out in the car. I remember once, when I was about 12-13, getting a lecture from my step-father about how it was unreasonable to spend all my money on records when I already had plenty to listen to. Lord knows, I can listen to the same thing over and over and over again, until everyone else’s ears start to bleed, but I do finally get bored and want new aural stimulation. More importantly, the arting is directly tied to the requirement for new aural stimulation. No new music eventually turns into no new art.
Anyway! The new cable modem is installed, and it is working beautifully. The cable phone connection is also clearer, which is nice. What is not nice is that AT&T are socking me with a $99 early termination fee, even though I terminated because their service was sucky. AND! Get this! When I called last week to get help with the flaky DSL, the tech guy told me to restart my computer. Gee, I would have never thought of that! And then he started hitting on me!!! Not cool at all. And the woman I talked to this morning couldn’t figure out why I didn’t just keep calling tech support every time the DSL died. Well, let’s see, perhaps it’s because the manchildren you have manning your tech support lines are misogynist pigs? Worse, they are unhelpful misogynist pigs. Also, who wants to struggle with their horrid voice response system every 20 minutes? Life is too short for that bullshit.
red paper boat 