boo verizon

So I've been without an intertube connection for like a week now. Super.

There's nothing quite like packing your laptop into a bag already filled with shiat to the brim and then biking 1.3 miles uphill just to steal a bit of free wap.

Called Verizon, told them to fix it. Asked me if tuesday was good, "but we need someone at the house from 9am to 7pm. Will someone be available during that time?" Hellz no, I can't guarantee that. So I asked them to come on wednesday, which was dandy. The nice man who could barely speak discernable engrish verified about 2184 times our romantic date for wednesday.

So what happens? No folks, this is not a choose-your-own-adventure I'm afraid. I think we all know what happens next.

That's right, I answer the door--basically naked--on tuesday morning around 845am with allergy crusties clinging to my eyes. My blog's name was prophetic.



Happy ^no labor day! More posts about recent shenanigans will appear before your eyes, as soon as I get to it.