Marc
On Weird Days, F10 Keys, and Things We Know Nothing About:
I get a call tonight, fairly early, from the Scooter, informing me that he's been trying to email for the past two days, and has not succeeded, and that my email address has suddenly changed, and God knows why, because no one told me -- and by "no one" I mean the Powers That Be (AOL, Gateway, other), so I'm stuck in my room, without a working electronic inbox, staring constantly at a mailbox that doesn't open, digitally, when I sign on. What kind of world are we living in? Where did it all go wrong?
I can tell you the "why", but I just can't figure out the "why now" part of the whole connundrum. It doesn't make any sense to me. See, it was almost a year and a half ago that I bought my first laptop, and signed up with Gateway as an internet provider, because I'd heard horrible horrible things about AOL, and I didn't really know who else to go to, and seeing as how I bought my laptop from Gateway, and they had access numbers all over the country (which I deemed a necessity, as my work schedule called for it), I was hook line and sinker reeled into the sham. Gateway, the internet provider not the company, decides, apparently about one year ago, that their internet business isn't doing them a whole heap of good, so they fold, and tell all their customers that they can switch to AOL for no extra cost, which is what we have to do, because there were no other options, apparently, or so I thought, so, somehow, I got the shaft, and was scammed into AOL, which always used to kick me off, but here's the weird part -- I never had a working AOL address. It was always Timberlake708@gateway.net, and that was fine. It still worked, even though I was going through AOL. No big deal, right? I'll just keep hacking away at the job, and keep the address, but fucking wait! Hold the phone, dammit!
I get the call from Scooter, today, about not being able to get through, and now that he's said something, yeah, I was wondering why I wasn't getting any emails yesterday or today, that's kind of odd, I mean my shit works like butter, yo, and I should be getting what? at least forty to fifty a day, right? I mean ... I can't just hang around with my many fans all the time, but I do love the job, you know, and I do appreciate the concern (this last sentence is said in jest, entirely, because I'm lying through my teeth ... completely), so I check it out, and I'll be damned if he was right, and that address wasn't working. So, let's get to it. Let's fix the problem.
Turns out it finally switched over to the @aol.com format, which kind of sucks, cause now everyone knows I'm an agent of the Establishment, no better than the guy to my left, or the girl to my right, and I'm probably just going to stab you in the back and rob you blind if we ever meet, cause we've got to face it -- I use *gasp* AOL. Boo-fucking-hoo.
So, now it's solved apparently, minus two papers from two people in my writing class, which have to be read and written upon for tomorrow's class at 12:30, and now I feel like an asshole, because I don't have them, and they haven't sent them, and I'll feel like a damn buffoon tomorrow if they get to me and I have nothing to say. I'll just be sitting there, for an hour and fifteen minutes, speechless, just kind of staring around the room, a waste of space. I wish it weren't the truth. But it is.
I also meant to talk about the strange nature of all of our posts yesterday, but as I've rambled on for long enough already, I'll forego that part, and maybe address it if and when space clears up. I don't want to be a burden on this here page, cause I know I'd have shit flying in my direction from one Zook T. Incandexa. But, I know he's kidding, yet I don't think he knows I know he's kidding, so he, in turn, takes my replies as the truth, thus complicating his original jabs, and thusly, we haven't seen each other in quite a matter of weeks now, and I wonder if, and when, we meet again, it'll still be the same. I'm an idiot, aren't I?
On Weird Days, F10 Keys, and Things We Know Nothing About:
I get a call tonight, fairly early, from the Scooter, informing me that he's been trying to email for the past two days, and has not succeeded, and that my email address has suddenly changed, and God knows why, because no one told me -- and by "no one" I mean the Powers That Be (AOL, Gateway, other), so I'm stuck in my room, without a working electronic inbox, staring constantly at a mailbox that doesn't open, digitally, when I sign on. What kind of world are we living in? Where did it all go wrong?
I can tell you the "why", but I just can't figure out the "why now" part of the whole connundrum. It doesn't make any sense to me. See, it was almost a year and a half ago that I bought my first laptop, and signed up with Gateway as an internet provider, because I'd heard horrible horrible things about AOL, and I didn't really know who else to go to, and seeing as how I bought my laptop from Gateway, and they had access numbers all over the country (which I deemed a necessity, as my work schedule called for it), I was hook line and sinker reeled into the sham. Gateway, the internet provider not the company, decides, apparently about one year ago, that their internet business isn't doing them a whole heap of good, so they fold, and tell all their customers that they can switch to AOL for no extra cost, which is what we have to do, because there were no other options, apparently, or so I thought, so, somehow, I got the shaft, and was scammed into AOL, which always used to kick me off, but here's the weird part -- I never had a working AOL address. It was always Timberlake708@gateway.net, and that was fine. It still worked, even though I was going through AOL. No big deal, right? I'll just keep hacking away at the job, and keep the address, but fucking wait! Hold the phone, dammit!
I get the call from Scooter, today, about not being able to get through, and now that he's said something, yeah, I was wondering why I wasn't getting any emails yesterday or today, that's kind of odd, I mean my shit works like butter, yo, and I should be getting what? at least forty to fifty a day, right? I mean ... I can't just hang around with my many fans all the time, but I do love the job, you know, and I do appreciate the concern (this last sentence is said in jest, entirely, because I'm lying through my teeth ... completely), so I check it out, and I'll be damned if he was right, and that address wasn't working. So, let's get to it. Let's fix the problem.
Turns out it finally switched over to the @aol.com format, which kind of sucks, cause now everyone knows I'm an agent of the Establishment, no better than the guy to my left, or the girl to my right, and I'm probably just going to stab you in the back and rob you blind if we ever meet, cause we've got to face it -- I use *gasp* AOL. Boo-fucking-hoo.
So, now it's solved apparently, minus two papers from two people in my writing class, which have to be read and written upon for tomorrow's class at 12:30, and now I feel like an asshole, because I don't have them, and they haven't sent them, and I'll feel like a damn buffoon tomorrow if they get to me and I have nothing to say. I'll just be sitting there, for an hour and fifteen minutes, speechless, just kind of staring around the room, a waste of space. I wish it weren't the truth. But it is.
I also meant to talk about the strange nature of all of our posts yesterday, but as I've rambled on for long enough already, I'll forego that part, and maybe address it if and when space clears up. I don't want to be a burden on this here page, cause I know I'd have shit flying in my direction from one Zook T. Incandexa. But, I know he's kidding, yet I don't think he knows I know he's kidding, so he, in turn, takes my replies as the truth, thus complicating his original jabs, and thusly, we haven't seen each other in quite a matter of weeks now, and I wonder if, and when, we meet again, it'll still be the same. I'm an idiot, aren't I?
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