Still cable modemless. Road Runner says they’ll have it fixed by August 7th. And I won’t have to pay for the down time (awfully big of them, eh?).
So, here I blog in an undisclosed location. The worst part is getting Cheney off the darn PC.* He do luvs da Tetris!
The actual worst part is all of the blog fodder opportunities that are passing me by…
For example, if I were blogging, I would have told you about the night before last when our pool was surrounded by frogs. And these weren’t just any frogs, mind you. These were the loudest damned frogs from hell that I have ever heard. The little balloons under their chins puffed up Dizzy Gillespie-style, and they set up a sonic squeal at just the right resonant frequency to shatter several windows in the neighborhood.
They were fearless little suckers, too! They refused to budge. I’d kick at them, and they’d look at me and scream louder. Whiny got out his paintball gun and started shooting at them. They just hopped into the bushes and resumed yelling. Even the cat was afraid of them.
Oh, well. As soon as I get my Internet access back, I’ll tell you all about it.