It’s not a truck, it’s a series of tubes. Very fragile glass tubes, and sometimes they break.
In the course of doing the so-called “upgrade” they’ve been bragging about for the last 2 months on TV commercials and in the junk mail that relentlessly jams up my postbox, my cable company broke the internets. I at least have a connection (for now), but wow: to describe it as “slow” would be a classic understatement. It’s like being on dialup again, without the little beepbeepbeep and static sound effects.
My connection speed has been slowly grinding to a penultimate halt for awhile now. I suspect this is by design, a little “reminder” to any recalcitrant laggards still on “High Speed” that they might want to think about an upgrade to the new “High-Speed On Steroids”. Maybe the broken internet was the virtual Horse’s Head in the bed: Nice connectivity you got there — be a shame if anything were to happen to it.
Johnny Fontane, pick up the courtesy phone! You’re hired!
In other news, last week I came across a trailer for the movie “Red State” that opens in September. It appears to be a Tarantino-esque romp based on some cult like the Westboro Baptist nuts, or maybe killer teabaggers on crack… I can’t be sure. I post, you decide:
The horror, the horror.
