Jesus Fucking Christ

I’m offline again. I thought this “infrastructure improvement” bullshit was
supposed to have solved this problem. Fuckers.
I’m all paid up and everything. What do they want from me? Blood? My
immortal soul? That’s $40 a month I could be spending on books or CDs or 4
packs of Guinness pub draft. Or Care Bears and colouring books for my
daughters. Or, you know, my actual debts or something. Next time I happen
into a large sum of money (that’ll be never, but humour me) I’m going to buy
a laptop with a Wi-Fi card so I can roam around Starbucks or Downtown and
get free wireless access and not have to pay for my right to be an informed
citizen. You know, I’ve heard that in some countries wireless internet
access is provided free as a means of bettering and educating the populace.
Here they charge us for everything but the air we breathe (don’t worry, they
ll figure out how to charge us for that soon enough.)

Obviously if anyone’s sent me any email in the past 48 hours, I’ve not yet
seen it. I’m letting this post languish in my outbox in case I connect at
some point. A lovely weekend to all.

Negativegirl