please continue to hold

to the tune of: Forbidden Forest by George Winston

Let me just say that the rumors about outsourced Indian tech support are true. I spent an hour on the phone with a certain wireless networking company trying to secure our new access point. The poor woman was clearly just reading off a script, and wanted to give up early and have me bring the thing back to Fry's. (Which I didn't want to do again...let's just say we were lucky the guy there was a big Naruto fan.) But whatever, we have wireless. And the angels rejoiced.

By popular (or maybe just imagined) demand, the photos of The Game and recent birthdays are online...

Tuesday I made it all the way to Redwood City on public transit to get to Swing Central, venturing to the nearby VTA stop in the mythical land of Off-Campus. The College Avenue neighborhood is a quiet little area. But instead of seeing college students sitting outside drinking, as you walk down these tree-lined streets you see a middle-aged man weeding in white khakis clearly not meant for gardening, a smiling father walking a dog as his children mow the lawn and tend the flowers, a pair of older (but not quite "elderly") women power-walking down the street. It resembles the tree-lined streets just off campus in Ann Arbor, but the houses are nicer. They're impressive yet still diminutive.

No, I'm not watching the Perseids tonight, because I have to get up for work in the morning. Ah well.