Welcome to the new millenium
I just got off the phone with Comcast, and in just five short [business] days, I will be the proud owner of cable internet service. So...let's all welcome Rob to the year 2001. Favorite fact: Cable internet, even after the introductory rate expires (btw: total savings per month of my 6-month introductory rate: $8. I LOL'ed. What is even the point?) will cost me about $10 less per month than dial-up. So...that's pretty boss.
I kind of love how when my family and friends have computer troubles, they come to me because I can generally make computers do what they need to, but I am terrified of the prospect of installing cable myself (apparently it is laughably easy to do, and Tom from Comcast is super self-assured that I can do it myself) because I just can't imagine I'll get it right. How weird. I just have to get my lappy installed, and then my router installed, and I know myself well enough to know I'll mess something up. Rar.
But, assuming I don't trip over my own feet and manage to get everything functioning, I will have wireless cable internet service. Which means, A) My new laptop will be online! B) My old laptop could ALSO be online, if I so desired (I have a dream of letting my dad use it for LOLcats, but I'm pretty sure he couldn't even figure THAT out)! and C) I will/should be able to go on Nintendo Wi-Fi via my Nintendo DS (I'm super curious about investigating this option...sadly, several months ago, I traded in all my games that were best served with the Wi-fi capabilities, but I still have a few, I guess). I will trade the hell out of my Pokemon. Or something.
I really can't wait now. I want to get my equipment so I can play the "Can Rob do this as easily as it is supposed to be done?" game, and I really want to call up Verizon and AOL and be like "I don't need your shitty invasive Internet service anymore, nor do I need your landline service that goes up, like, 50 cents a month for no valid reason. Get the hell out". I look forward to canceling AOL. Allegedly that stuff is an endurance task; they just won't stand for it. It should be fun to make them do it.
Best news of my life: I went to Wal-Mart yesterday to buy stamps so I can mail in the Mail-In Rebate on my cell phone (fast fact: my new lappy, my Nintendo DS, and my cell phone all match. They are various shades of red), and I found two of my favorite things in life were on sale: sugar-free Jell-O, and blueberries!
YES. Blueberries have been $3.50 and in half-cartons for the past several months. NO MORE. They are back to the full-size cartons, and are once again only $3. I stocked up. I eat an entire carton in one sitting, so I figured it behooved me to get a few at once. And I must have gotten every flavor Jell-O under the sun (except Watermelon because, ew). I am beyond thrilled. If blueberries stay at this price until next fall again, I will be orgasmic.
Every once in a while, I get really twitchy about organization, and fly into a frantic frenzy of orderliness. The small stature of my apartment does not help, because my dad and I have way more STUFF than we have places to put it. As I was dwelling on where I could set up my cable modem and router last night, the annoyance of our horribly cluttered apartment began picking at my brain until I could no longer take it (I must point out: my desire for order and my desire for clean are not the same by any stretch of the imagination: I demand re-organization of our living space every few weeks. Throwing away things, taking things up to my grandmother's house, moving things into better arrangements, cleaning off cluttered areas, et al. That said, I generally vacuum once a year and dust or scrub anything even less). Finally, I literally jumped up to my feet in frantic energy and started ordering about "WHY ARE YOUR CLOTHES OVER THERE WE NEED TO ORGANIZE OUR CLOSET WE HAVE TO THROW THOSE MAGAZINES AWAY WHY IS ALL THAT STUFF UNDER THE TABLE I AM GOING TO TAKE ALL MY COMIC BOOK BOXES UP GRAMMY'S WHAT ARE WE DOING WTIH THE CHRISTMAS BASKET GOD WE REALLY NEED TO ORGANIZE THE CLOSET WE COULD HAVE SO MUCH MORE SPACE OUR FLOOR IS A MESS THERE IS SO MUCH DISORDER HERE I AM GOING INSANE WE NEED TO FREE UP ROOM ROOM ROOM ROOM".
Dad: ...Okay.
Me: Not now.
Dad: It's 9:30 at night. Damn straight not now. Tomorrow.
Me: ....no. Not tomorrow. Saturday.
I love how I am swept up my the demon of desire, and then just "No, not as soon as possible". But really...I work tomorrow, and this is a whole day thing.
God, I have to go shower and get ready for work. What a morning so far.
I kind of love how when my family and friends have computer troubles, they come to me because I can generally make computers do what they need to, but I am terrified of the prospect of installing cable myself (apparently it is laughably easy to do, and Tom from Comcast is super self-assured that I can do it myself) because I just can't imagine I'll get it right. How weird. I just have to get my lappy installed, and then my router installed, and I know myself well enough to know I'll mess something up. Rar.
But, assuming I don't trip over my own feet and manage to get everything functioning, I will have wireless cable internet service. Which means, A) My new laptop will be online! B) My old laptop could ALSO be online, if I so desired (I have a dream of letting my dad use it for LOLcats, but I'm pretty sure he couldn't even figure THAT out)! and C) I will/should be able to go on Nintendo Wi-Fi via my Nintendo DS (I'm super curious about investigating this option...sadly, several months ago, I traded in all my games that were best served with the Wi-fi capabilities, but I still have a few, I guess). I will trade the hell out of my Pokemon. Or something.
I really can't wait now. I want to get my equipment so I can play the "Can Rob do this as easily as it is supposed to be done?" game, and I really want to call up Verizon and AOL and be like "I don't need your shitty invasive Internet service anymore, nor do I need your landline service that goes up, like, 50 cents a month for no valid reason. Get the hell out". I look forward to canceling AOL. Allegedly that stuff is an endurance task; they just won't stand for it. It should be fun to make them do it.
Best news of my life: I went to Wal-Mart yesterday to buy stamps so I can mail in the Mail-In Rebate on my cell phone (fast fact: my new lappy, my Nintendo DS, and my cell phone all match. They are various shades of red), and I found two of my favorite things in life were on sale: sugar-free Jell-O, and blueberries!
YES. Blueberries have been $3.50 and in half-cartons for the past several months. NO MORE. They are back to the full-size cartons, and are once again only $3. I stocked up. I eat an entire carton in one sitting, so I figured it behooved me to get a few at once. And I must have gotten every flavor Jell-O under the sun (except Watermelon because, ew). I am beyond thrilled. If blueberries stay at this price until next fall again, I will be orgasmic.
Every once in a while, I get really twitchy about organization, and fly into a frantic frenzy of orderliness. The small stature of my apartment does not help, because my dad and I have way more STUFF than we have places to put it. As I was dwelling on where I could set up my cable modem and router last night, the annoyance of our horribly cluttered apartment began picking at my brain until I could no longer take it (I must point out: my desire for order and my desire for clean are not the same by any stretch of the imagination: I demand re-organization of our living space every few weeks. Throwing away things, taking things up to my grandmother's house, moving things into better arrangements, cleaning off cluttered areas, et al. That said, I generally vacuum once a year and dust or scrub anything even less). Finally, I literally jumped up to my feet in frantic energy and started ordering about "WHY ARE YOUR CLOTHES OVER THERE WE NEED TO ORGANIZE OUR CLOSET WE HAVE TO THROW THOSE MAGAZINES AWAY WHY IS ALL THAT STUFF UNDER THE TABLE I AM GOING TO TAKE ALL MY COMIC BOOK BOXES UP GRAMMY'S WHAT ARE WE DOING WTIH THE CHRISTMAS BASKET GOD WE REALLY NEED TO ORGANIZE THE CLOSET WE COULD HAVE SO MUCH MORE SPACE OUR FLOOR IS A MESS THERE IS SO MUCH DISORDER HERE I AM GOING INSANE WE NEED TO FREE UP ROOM ROOM ROOM ROOM".
Dad: ...Okay.
Me: Not now.
Dad: It's 9:30 at night. Damn straight not now. Tomorrow.
Me: ....no. Not tomorrow. Saturday.
I love how I am swept up my the demon of desire, and then just "No, not as soon as possible". But really...I work tomorrow, and this is a whole day thing.
God, I have to go shower and get ready for work. What a morning so far.