Readers, not to spoil things if you are on my holiday card list, but I think I have found the photo I have to use.
Now, here's where you come in. My first thought was to have it say HAPPY HOLIDAYS. OR ELSE. But do you have a better idea?
Given how old the movie War Games is, I expect I don't have to post a spoiler warning before giving away the key point that the computer learns at the end: The only winning move is not to play.*
*How about a nice game of chess?
I was thinking of that last night, as I won at yarn chicken only because I wasn't really playing it. I was near the end of a project and near the end of the ball of yarn, but in fact I have a whole skein more, so I was fully expecting to have to use a little of that to finish things up. Thus, I was able to approach the end in a very devil-may-care fashion that is totally not how I would have felt without that reserve.
I could never have done it if I'd been trying. But it's very satisfying anyway.
I was online this afternoon around 4, went to comment on the blog post I was reading (Gretch Runs, I totally agree with you about Same Time Last Summer), when poof, no internet.
This time, there was no power surge, absolutely nothing. Just poof.
Summit is sending a tech in the morning. Pray for us.
Perhaps especially the tech.
After six long days without internet (and therefore without TV, if you want to consider how I felt having watched one Bruins game in the new season and then getting cut off)(seriously, Saturday night I was listening to the game on the radio, through my phone, for effs sake), after six long days, I say, the tech from Summit Broadband showed up today.
He did this and that. He replaced the wall box. He was on the phone with someone most of the time.
He got the internet working!!! And the heavens parted and I heard angels singing!
But then he said he had to take it down for a few minutes.
And then he came out and said, quote, "our system just took a dump."
And he gave me a ticket number, said someone would be calling me on the land line, stood around looking very uncomfortable while I tried not to cry, and left.
NOT ONLY THAT. But a while later I checked the land line, and it isn't working.
IT ISN'T WORKING.
The ONLY thing that was working, now isn't working.
So I called again, to explain with voice only slightly raised that if anyone actually did try to call, not that I'm holding my breath, they wouldn't get through on the land line because now THAT doesn't work.
The rep tried to look up the status of the ticket, but said it was in a system he can't access, so he sent a message to dispatch to ask for an update. He also tried sending a reset signal to the box, which they all try and it never works, and what a surprise, it didn't work.
He said he is working until 9 tonight and will call me if he gets an update.
Then he said, as I know he is required to, "Thank you for calling Summit Broadband, is there anything else I can help you with," and I actually laughed, and said:
"Since every piece of equipment we have from Summit is not working, no, there's nothing else."
If he calls, I will be shocked.
Fucking Summit Broadband.
The good news is that Mom is doing really well, and is coming home this weekend. Yay! She is so much more mobile than last time, it's amazing.
The bad news is that our internet went out yesterday, and the next appointment available is Wednesday. Six damned days later! They think this is acceptable! Oh, they'll let me know if they have anything before then, how nice of them....not so much.
Even more annoying, no internet means no TV, so unless by some miracle they come tomorrow (this is me, not holding my breath), I won't be able to watch the Bruins game. Just the second game of the season, before they head to California and start the next few games at 10:30 at night...damn it.
This company sucks so much. Avoid Summit Broadband if ever you can.
Maggie is very upset for me, of course.
On my birthday, but not as a birthday gift, I was handed this:
A while back, one of my knitting friends mentioned that she had this big ball of yarn, passed to her by someone else, that she had decided she wasn't going to use, and did anyone want it? I said, ooh, pretty blue, and then forgot all about it until she handed it to me at lunch.
It's the size of a basketball.
It is, in fact, 1280 yards, or 760 grams, of aran-weight Rambouillet wool, Empire from Jill Draper.
But that's actually not out of the question for a sweater quantity, I suppose. Not that I think I would spend that, and not that I'm of a mind to make another sweater right away! It's not quite as soft as I usually like, but hey, we'll see what happens.
Then my cousin sent me yarn for my birthday, and does she know a "me" color when she sees it?
Three balls of Mandala Ombre from Lion Brand, and let me tell you what, this is so nice and soft! And blue! (She also sent a really pretty little cat-and-moon stained glass piece, which I have put safely away for now because I'm having a drop-it day, so I will get pictures of that another time.)
And then, you know.
My only quibble with the Knitty review is where they said it "has that fantastic leather smell." I do happen to like the smell of leather, but I can imagine there are plenty of people who don't, and not to be overly politically correct, but I think they ought to have considered that. Ah well.
I got it from Universal Yarn, and it was a bit of a splurge, so I was happy that they offered 10% off as a new customer. Send me emails if you want, to save me $19.50! And free shipping, thank you.
In the spirit of Elisabeth's Happy Things Friday, I'll try to look on the bright side of now. How will I do?
Well, Elisabeth was right, it helps to look for happy things. I recommend it.
Since Mom went back in the hospital last week (thank you all for the good wishes, by the way), I have not-at-all-coincidentally been have back and neck problems. Guess where I'm carrying my tension? Yup. Guess who's been feeling a lot of stress? Yup. Yesterday morning I felt like someone put a lead weight on the back of my neck--you know, like the apron they put on you at the dentist when you get X-rays?
When I realized what I was doing (it was a clue when I had a hard time getting out of bed Saturday), I told myself that I need to be aware of it and physically force myself to relax* periodically. So if you hear me mutter "Shoulders!" to myself, that's why.
*Though "force myself to relax" sounds wrong, doesn't it? Be aware of tension and actively relax, how about that?
She did have surgery on Sunday, which the orthopedic surgeon said went very well. But she didn't have a great day Monday (understandable after surgery at age 85, I think). Tuesday she sounded much better, and is waiting to hear when they can find her a rehab bed.
Maggie says hi, and what's stress?