Mother-chucking Internet Service

(noticed how I self-edited in the subject line? I'm proud of myself)

Anyway, I think I've figured how out dial-up works:

1.) works fine on clear, unwindy days

2.) Goes down because of a. Rain b. Thunder c. Lightening d. Wind e. The hand of God f. All of the above, or a combination of two or more

3.) Likely to come back a. If during the weekend, at the first of the week b. After I've already gotten myself in a tizzy calling technical services. c. never

4.) I can't get anything else because I live out in the boonies

5.) This keeps me from downloading porn

6.) I need to get out more

(I am willing to laugh at myself)

Time to move to the "big city." I hear Charleston is beautiful this time of year. Apparently they sell Negros down at the docks there. Or so I've heard.

His Holiness, The Pope wrote: Time to move to the "big city." I hear Charleston is beautiful this time of year. Apparently they sell Negros down at the docks there. Or so I've heard.

Your crass joke has led me to go ahead and finish the punchline to my last "Pink Panther remake" post. Let me refresh your memory: there was some discussion as to whether Roberto Benigni(sic) was in a PP film (he was). My joke, if I recall correctly, went a little something like this:

"He was in the one where Clouseau stumbles across evidence of the Holocaust and bungles the trials of the Nazis in charge".

I am going straight to hell for that one...