Bad Cosmic Rays

Two weeks ago, I mentioned that I felt like Elaine on Seinfeld with my stupid work area code? Well, I just had a representative of my RBOC ask me where it is! Ha. ha ha. hahahahaha.

(You'll just have to imagine your own bad kung fu dubbing for that laugh. I can't figure out how to express it better than that.)

And who is that RBOC? Why it's the one that's on strike. No, not the same union that just settled, goodness no. Our local C.W.A. chapter is still arguing. I support that arguing, because mergers suck and employees get screwed and if anybody tries to unionize me, it would be that union, BUT. I am moving.[1] This means that I will not have a phone at my new house until god knows when. They are backed up for a whole month now, and will only take an order to move one of my POTS lines and I have four. Why do I need four phone lines? Two of them run ISDN. Like I want ISDN, but at the new place, we STILL can't get DSL. Again, who the fuck knows why. There's enough fiber under Reston to encircle the earth, for &diety sake. And did I mention that our lovely @home cable service is STILL OUT? Over a week now. You'd think Mercury was retrograde or something.

Ha. HA! Now I have to send this to my home account and post it later. There is a huge outage of some sort and I can't get a bunch of places, D'land among them.

[1]I am also a libertarian, actually. In a perfect market, unions wouldn't be necessary, but we have a market that is seriously rigged by the gumbint.