Me Wantee!

Oh man, I have absolutely no need for these as they are the most impractical things ever, and even if I had them, I'd only really have a place to wear them to maybe once a year, but I'd promise to wear them every day to all events just to make them worthwhile.

Honestly, sad as this is, I could die happy if I had a pair of these.

An Ode to a 5am fire alarm

You suck the monkey.

Tech Support Honour Roll

Over the past few weeks, I have dealt with more internet tech support people than I can count on all my fingers and toes. And I would like to thank those who were helpful and didn't make me want to smack them till they bled. So here goes:

To Rick, Greg, and David -

You guys rocked. You actually did your jobs, weren't total dicksticks (TM Stormy) while dealing with me, and in the process you restored my faith in humanity. Your many colleagues can go to hell and die.

And we're back... kind of

Call me naive, a cockeyed optimist, or just plain dumb, but I didn't foresee that the company who took an hour to determine that they do provide me with internet service would muck up the transfer of service to my new place so badly that nearly a month later my service is way slower than dial-up.

I know. I'm going to start wearing a placard around my neck that indicates that yes, I am indeed the village idiot.

As the situation is still not resolved (hence my scheduled 8am service call tomorrow) and it takes 10 minutes to load a page, I'm not sure when I'll be back. So here's a little teaser on what I've been doing with myself to tide you over: a whole lotta unpacking, using my dishwasher so much it borders on obsession/stalker territory, sleeping as soundly as the dead for 12 hours a night in my new bed, and arguing feminist causes with my french conversation instructor.

And now, while I wait for this post to load, I'm going to go soak in my deep and lovely soaker tub. God I love this place!