At approximatly 7:05 PM on Monday, My webbernet put an e-gun to its head, and blew its megahurtz out.
So, no problem, I can go a few days without internet. Called Charter to get a techie over here, and they said Cool, he'll be there anywhere from3:30, to 8:30.
Day 1: Notice I cant play games online. Notice I cant look at shiny things for new computer. Horrible realization of boredom sets in. Run out and rent
The Punisher for shits and giggles.
Day 2: Arrive home at 3:37, and look at the little note on the door. "Sorry, we missed you....Technician was here at 2:17" thus prompting me to WTF, and call them. Apparently, 3:30 to 8:30 isnt a real time slot, and theyll send another technician on Thursday, from 3-5. I prepare sword/trenchcoat in case highlander-isms are needed, as I live just down the street from charter HQ.
Day 3: Getting jittery. Find self plotting DnD to keep sanity, watch Lord of the Rings, FOTR for ideas. Visit ex-girlfriend, entertain german chick/ex. Come home. Need reason to validate existence.
DDR.
Break into my old house, that is now abandoned, and explore with MAG-LITE. I seem huge in the place, now. Drink coke, as Caffiene helps keep sanity.
day 4: I get out of school early, and arrive not 5 minutes before the charter dude. he just fixed webbernet. Am now revelling in communications. much
for the internet.
2004-10-21, 03:45 PM
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