Indeed, one of the many problems with having no internet is the fact that everything you try to regularly update is now near neigh un-update-able. My sincerest apologies for anyone who reads these, because I have been without the nets of the 'inter,' if you will, for more than two weeks. I am currently at my local library, having forced my way onto a computer using negligible, but sufficient force and means which are probably better left unspoken of on the web.

This in itself could count as a rant. I've actually forgotten whether or not I've been trying to keep my identity a secret - but I will now reveal that I indeed live in Massachusetts, if I have not revealed that already, which is a state currently under the cable direction of a company (not really a company, more like an unorganized mess of individuals who laugh at our indirection to do anything about our poor cable and internet provisionary acesses) called Comcast.

Comcast itself is actually a fairly decent internet and cable provider, the catch being that most people who live here already had the actual cable and internet wires installed in their houses. During my relocation to another part of town, the Comcast people were supposed to come and run the wires from the boxes outside to the newly constructed condo, in which I now reside. Indeed they did come, however, the results were not quite what I expected. The people, of which there were three, and whom I shall refer to from now on as 'Chip,' 'Skip,' and 'Nunzio.'

Chip was a burly man, who looked like, in my mind in particular, could have been a U.S. Navy SEAL (those of you who are unfamiliar with SEALS: think of a lot of big strong James Bond's, intertwined with a few Ethan Hunt's and occasionally mixed with some Neo's from the Matrix. The point is that they are the most elite military operational unit in the world. Mission Impossible on a scale gone beserk.) The reason Chip needs such extensive descriptive detail is becase he is the one, who tried, and failed, to get the wire, apparently throuhh a pipe, fromt eh box to my house. The reason that he would not be a prime canadite for the SEALs is that I'm sure they require some sort of IQ above the level of 62, which is probably what he had. To his complete amazement: "I jus' can'tttt git that damn wire threw thase damn pipe!"

Which is when I started considering the possibility of maybe taking one of my massive heavy lead pipes to the side of his equally massive heavy head.

Well, anyways, Skip and Nunzio didn't really do anything, except to stand and nod as Chip explained to them what the problem was. Which, of course, he was unsure of, he just knew that the wire could not go through the pipe, which, while crucial information, I suppose, does not help my situation.

And so now, I'm in the process of getting Comcast to come back to my condo and get the wire through the damn pipe before I solve my problem with a lot of high-explosives. They originally scheduled for the 28th of this month. Which makes absoluetly no sense.

I've already ranted far too much today. Time to go get my C-4 ready.