Author: Chris Barrus

Well, I went to the doctor
I said, “I’m feeling kind of rough”
He said, “I’ll break it to you, son
Your shit’s fucked up.”
I said, “my shit’s fucked up?”
Well, I don’t see how–
He said, “The shit that used to work–
It won’t work now.”

—WZ

The Subterranean Fortress is up for sale and priced to move at $259,000. On top, it’s a normal suburban house in Washington state. Below, is a camouflaged 4-level underground lair that can withstand pretty much anything short of a direct nuclear strike.

So I got home last night and a noticed that the sync light on my DSL bridge was no longer flashing and was on solid indicating that the connection was back on. Reset the Airport hub and presto: I’m back on the net. I no longer feel lobotomized.

Verizon passive-aggressively sent me a new DSL bridge anyway. Go figure.

I channel surfed across the Weather Channel and just now they were using “Shine On You Crazy Diamond” as the background music for their bottom of the hour local forecast.

Attention whichever freak is programming this: Way to go! Keep at it!

While waiting for today’s Verizon tech, I scanned a pile of photos I took the day after the big Laguna Beach fire in October 1993.

Today’s Verizon tech discovered that the Tuesday tech never bothered to hook up the new phone jack. At least today’s guy seemed to know what he was doing. So now I have a phone, but the DSL is still out.

So the Verizon tech came out today to fix my phone line, and after a hour of so of playing around with the NI box on the outside of my building and replacing the phone jack in my apartment, still no go. Of course since the tech was here in the late afternoon it was already too late to reschedule a return visit for tomorrow, so I have to wait until Thursday afternoon.

Blogging will return when I’m not so peeved off.

Do you work for Verizon?

Do you know anyone that works for Verizon?

If yes, please kill yourself now. Don’t think about it, just take a running start and throw yourself out the office window.