you know, you get so attached to little facets of contemporary life, such as high-speed internet access.
and then some flunky at hq screws up and suddenly you’re back on dial-up modem service and you feel like a schmuck for complaining, but it’s pretty lame, actually, waiting.
and waiting.
and waiting.
especially if you live in a building in the lower east side wherein the phone lines are made out of bacon and your non-high-as-crack-and-meth-internet service keeps disconnecting you.
and you long, distastefully, for the crack&meth high speed internet that you had this afternoon and sadly took for granted.
come back, speedy nytimes news.
come back, speedy onion.
i miss you…
thomasedison.com slow as molasses internet is charming in an old-timey kind of way, but it’s also impractical and annoying.
eh, everyone should have such problems, huh.
moby
