So if you're looking at this post and trying to figure out where the hell I've been, I suppose you'll now find out why my journal title is Redefining Murphy's Law.
A sanatation truck took out all of the cable lines on my block. For a week. No interent. No cable. No home phone. This is what I get for buying all three from the sam service. *shakes head* So tonight I'll finally get around to posting my reviews for
tube_addicts. (You haven't heard about
tube_addicts? Go there, check it out.) And catching back up with my flist. If you're spammed by comments, you now know why. If you're spammed because you're a member of tube_addicts. You also now know why.
The best part of this story children? Everyone else on my street got the cable back two days ago. They forgot to hook my line back up. The main line to the street had been severed, so they didn't think to check individual ones or whatever. The guy at the cable company gave me a free DVR hook-up thing though. So there is that. And he kindly tried to explain to me what happened, but, I know nothing of these things and still don't really get how it works. I hadn't realized that this town was so old their cable lines weren't underground. But whatever.
*kicks garbage truck*
*kicks cable company*