In which I blog again, however briefly

Blogging has been sporadic at best (and postively tubercular at worst) throughout the past weeks as I haven't had much of an Internet connection. Now I do have much of an Internet connection, but only because I am at Ryan and Sarahs's home in Boston for the weekend, and they were kind enough to have a cable modem that doesn't suck. I've posted some nerd-phone photos of my trip on the Flickr side of things, and the basic gist is that I'm having a nice time with two of my favourite people.

If anyone out there happens to work for Verizon and would like to set me up for DSL back in Brooklyn, I think I'm ready.

Comments

  1. AnonymousSeptember 18, 2005

    That truly does sound painful. Do you have the latest version and everything? (1.0.6?)

    sorry I ain't got no other advice.
    - sol

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 18, 2005

    ok, I posted that comment on the wrong blog. Sorry! Hi everybody!

    - Sol

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  3. Jeff'ySeptember 18, 2005

    Yeah, I was going to say. But heya, Sol!

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  4. AnonymousSeptember 21, 2005

    What up, Solly? How's Texas? I think you're right, though, Jeffy should get the latest version of Verizon DSL or whatever.

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  5. AnonymousSeptember 22, 2005

    School is good, fun stuff goes on, it's ass hot all the time. you?

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  6. AnnaSeptember 23, 2005

    Isn't the point of the nerd phone to give you a backup? Not that I'm not sympathetic, just curious.

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  7. Jeff'ySeptember 23, 2005

    The nerd phone comes in handy for photo-blogging, which I enjoy, but I have had issues loading the Blogspot posting page with the web browser, and I got distracted halfway into the email-to-Blogspot pipe I was writing. I might pick up the email-to-Blogspot project again soon, as it would tangentially help with my efforts to eventually import all the old posts I accumulated on legacy-34 to the Blogspot site, so we'll see.

    Anyway, my cable modem started behaving a little bit better the very day I ordered DSL. One way or another I'll have reliable Internet access soon enough.

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