After a long battle to get DSL service in our apartment, we’re finally connected! Signing up was a real BITCH, and once we got our self-installation kit and reached our activation date (Friday the 3rd), nothing worked. During a 57-minute phone call on Friday evening to Verizon tech support in India, an appointment with a technician was set up for today, sometime “by 7pm”.
The telephone wire to our apartment was cut, presumably after our landlord moved out. The technician called me at 3:15pm saying he’d be here shortly, and VOILA!
WE GOT INTERNET!
I’m so happy I don’t know where to begin. After gathering my thoughts, I checked my email, went on Facebook (that’s so sad, isn’t it?) and decided to blog about this. I’m thinking that while this is a joyous event, it’s probably not so good for productivity. Let’s see, what was I doing before the technician called?
Reading. I had just had lunch and done the dishes, and I was reading a little bit for pleasure before getting to work. Mom was here this weekend, so I have a lot of work to catch up on.
It’s been over an hour now, and I still haven’t done anything productive. I feel a cold coming on (my throat feels raw and my nose is not so good), so I think I’ll walk over to the Safeway nearby and get myself some cold medicine.
Mmmm, Internet. I love you.
I was reading some blog and came across a comment that asked something stupid like, “Who is Marie Trintignant?”
Why stupid? No, Marie Trintignant isn’t a household name, nor is she a historically significant person. As a matter of fact, unless you’re French, or a French cinema aficionado, there’s no reason why the name “Trintignant” should ring a bell at all.
But since the context makes it clear that she is (was) a celebrity, and assuming that you’re on the Web at the moment you’re writing that comment (I know it sounds a bit far-fetched but bear with me), why don’t you just LOOK IT UP?
The Internet wasn’t called “the information superhighway” for nothing, after all. So, unless you’re at work, or on a public computer, and you want to find out what bukkake is, I suggest you use it.
“it” being the Internet; not bukkake.
And, in anticipation of any smart-ass comments, I offer you the following links:
ps: Yes, I know the difference between the Internet and the Web, so hold your comments on that, too.