St. Dysmas Day, Patron Saint of Thieves and Criminals….
Broadband access wars are heating up, locally. Time-Warner sales guy came by, knocked on the trailer’s door, was a little heartbroken when he found out I didn’t even own a TV, then brightened right up, “But you have a computer?” Through Southwestern Bell, DSL costs almost two bucks day. The throughput is okay, but it’s not that quick, until I get on a dial-up connection. According to what I’ve read, and seen, cable modems, although not technologically elite, are generally faster, with an added bonus of better throughput.
The install went smooth, but there was one little glitch, the tech support call wasn’t so smooth; however, I did remind the lady on the other end that there’s a special place in hell for folks who are rude to tech support. Her script didn’t have anything for Mac OS X. I had to fiddle with the settings, but the installation took less than an hour, and things are running smoother, now. Faster, too.
I had the doors open while the tech was here, watching the rain gently fall, musing about the weather. Then it turned cold. When I got up, it was a balmy 66, the temp dropped 20 degrees through out the afternoon, and begs a comparison to that girl I know. As some would say, “But never mind that now.”
I guess my long hair does cover my red neck. I usually lose my fights.
So the late evening was far more interesting, but the only thing I can really say, other than Valentino’s Pizza on the square in San Marcos (motto: fast & free delivery) has excellent Bacon, Tomato, & Ranch Dressing Pizza, is that it is impossible to look even remotely macho when a guy is sitting near the front of a lingerie store, surrounded by packages.
As a final note to that comment, as I was listening to my red-headed Cap friend, after I picked her up at the airport, she told me she had to return a bras she’d purchased, “I just can’t bras without you sitting outside the dressing room, looking bored.” As if.
