Man, I have had it with Earthlink. After I get done here at the Woodland Hills Branch of the Los Angeles Public Library, and after getting a new Driver’s License at the DMV, I am calling AT&T to get a DSL line at my home. I don’t care if Darth Vader himself answers, I’ve had it with Mombai-link. I love India and all its fine inhabitants, but if I wanted to do business through there, I’d move there.
One motivation to get the DSL is the mundane one of getting back in touch with my clients — who, wouldn’t you know, suddenly had projects for me the week of our move from the semi-oceanic shores of Lake Michigan to the totally-oceanic shores of the Pacific. Another is to gaze upon the Web through a screen less sneezed-upon. A third is to share with you, my loyal Niceworkaholics, the rivetting photo-documentary of the epic drive Lizzie and I took with three cats across the plains of some states I forget, and over the Rockies. Alas, this library computer is fettered with many a download preventing protocol which makes picture-slinging impossible.
Soon, my little ones, soon.