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I have angered the high speed internet gods, somehow. I'm not sure how to rectify the situation. Perhaps a small animal sacrifice is needed. I received my new cable modem last night, hooked everything up according to instruction, and it's not working. It appears it is not connecting with their network. Blinky green light instead of solid green light. Now I have to have a cable guy come out and look at it. And you know how much I hate calling tech support. Then today, I get emails from Verizon, thanking me for signing up for DSL service. A service they swear they didn't take away from me in the first place. It should be working next week, they say. But... that's a month after it went down! Since I am going to cancel it, they really needn't bother. But, on the offhand chance the cable modem is not working by the then, I guess I'll let them do what they want.
Which small animal would you sacrifice to the high speed internet gods? A squirrel?
That's really it, nothing else exciting to say. Except, maybe my computer luck is turning around. Evildeb was pestering me, sticking her new shoes in my face. While they were on her feet. And five minutes later she dropped her mac on said shoes and feet and broke it. The mac, not the shoes or feet. Karma.
Comments
Comments closed on older entries, whenever I get around to it, to avoid spam.Karma's a bitch. But nothing is bad enough to be deprived of the internet.
Posted by: Chris | 4 janvier 2006 17h06
For high speed internet, I am thinking that something a little less squirelly is in order.
Posted by: DrinkJack
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4 janvier 2006 17h44
fuck. i got picard.
Posted by: river selkie | 4 janvier 2006 22h29
Complementing a Landscape.
This notion that anything is beyond complement causes in me the desire to herald its praises. However how do you thank the wind, or a brook for being, the movement of the grass, and the perfect placement of a random pebble? The sweetness of the meadows and the shelter of the forest, these things simply just exist, perhaps not exclusively for me, but still I enjoy the beauty. For all this I offer a small prayer of thanks. I hope only that one day I can lay down in these meadows and become one with their singular beauty.
Posted by: Picard and his sand dog | 5 janvier 2006 11h52