Yay! I'm back. My phone was plagued by static for the last couple days, which meant my dsl didn't work either. Calling the 611 repair line is a small dose of Hell. Feel free to skip this if you have been through it. First you have to make sure you press the option for repair. Then they give you the option of listening to some sales pitch or other(no, thanks). Then they automatically test your line and come back to tell you there is something wrong and do you want it fixed (duh). When you press yes they launch into about a twelve minute caution about how much it will cost you if it isn't their fault. Then they give you the option for a 4-hour window, which turns out to actually be an 11-hour window, 8 am to 7 pm. Fine fine fine, whatever, just freakin' get out here. Except I'm not ever talking to a person. So the guy calls me and tells me he called my number and it was fine and talked to somebody who would be home if I still wanted him to go out there. I put him on hold and called my number (thank God for 2 lines at work), which was completely static. So he went out. He of course called back when I was at lunch and he had fixed the problem, which was, of course, on the pole. He also confessed to calling the wrong number earlier, which was actually good, because if he had talked to someone at my house then I may have been getting robbed by somebody cheeky enough to answer the phone.
CALL ME

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My computer is getting old and arthritic and has a hard time getting up in the morning. Today it wouldn't boot successfully after about 4 tries so I gave up. I'm having a paranoia that the latest "update" that loaded from Microsoft was really a thing that would force me to upgrade to Windows XP because my Me won't work anymore. Of course now they are supposedly coming out with a new Windows OS, called Firehose or Gangsta or Delusion or some such thing (I also heard Mac is coming out with a 5th version of OS X so you guys aren't safe either). They just can't stop with the goddam tinkering, can they? Pray for me.

In other news, I joined Netflix (to further enable my current Rourke obsession explained last week). I knew it was cool but I had no idea. I have drilled down to the most obscure of Japanese wierdo psycho bloodbath movies, and they just keep coming up with more. I never knew you could watch the trailer, get all the user and pro reviews, etc. I figured I had just spent 12.99 on 3 DVDs that I could only keep 5 days, so why not spend 17.99 for an endlessly revolving supply? I am always the last to know.

Unfortunately, since I am at work and tiny kidlets are roaming freely, I cannot go to the porn site for a title.
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I went to see Sin City on Friday. All I can say is
Mickey Rourke
Mickey Rourke
Mickey Rourke!!!
I liked everybody else too and liked the movie enough to want to see it again already but Mickey ruled. I used to like Mickey years ago and then something happened that made him repellent to me so I stopped paying attention. I knew he had gotten knocked around in a failed re-entry into boxing and had really bad plastic surgery and the next time I noticed him was in The Rainmaker but it took a while to figure out who he was (I momentarily thought he was John Cassavetes until I remembered he was dead). So his performance in Sin City has been a bit of a revelation. When he first came on screen my instinct was to think that he had taken the whole plastic surgery thing a bit too far and then realized it was, you know, makeup. You never know these days.
This isn't really porn, but it tried.
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