Reason #57 Why I Hate Adelphia.
For those of you not from my area, count your blessings. Here, the main broadband provider is Adelphia. And, let me tell you, their cable modems suck.
The speed of it stinks. I've had 3 techs out to my house in the last few weeks trying to diagnose the problems - and they keep telling me "nothing is wrong".
I call bullcrap!
They advertise download speeds of 1 Meg per second and uploads of 512k.
Liars.
I'm lucky if I can upload over 40k, and my dl speed is rarely over 300k. Their excuse - "It's not our network." Whatever. My friends that have Time Warner or Comcast go to the same sites that I do, and their speed is way faster than mine.
Thank God Adelphia's dying. I hate them. Poor customer service, and horrible technitians. Thank God Time Warner bought this area out.
I can't wait for them to get into the local Adelphia offices and burn them to the ground.
Then maybe they'll fix it so I actually have broadband.
My Cat. Now In Technicolor.
Well, since the grape juice incident, Cloey has had three baths. Now she's turned from that illustrious shade of purple, to the Barbie-riffic pink.
My cat is pink.
What the heck?
I called the vet, and the vet gave me some shampoo to use on her. Hopefully that will turn my cat back to her normal, getting-into-stuff-that-isn't-hers-but-is-at-least-the-right-color cat.
Although having a pink cat is plenty interesting, it's also weird. Plus she
still smells like grapes.
When she sleeps on my chest at night, I have weird dreams about cravings for fruit snacks - including fruit rollups and these little grape snacks that you can get at Wal*Mart. Ooh. Fruit snacks.
Speaking of which, who invented fruit snacks? Technically they're not candy, so what are they? They're not chips or Doritoes, or pretzles, so I wouln't reguard them as "junk food", however they're not exactly uuber healthy for you, either.
So what is it?
In any case, tomorrow I go get that shampoo. Cloey is getting another bath.
Jeepers. By the end of this ordeal, I'll have more holes in me than a shooting range mannequin due to Cloey not liking the "bath".
Yet another ordeal to go through in my attempt to Survive My Life.
Forgiveness
For a couple of years now, I've been dealing with the ramifications of my previous actions. So far I've managed to mend many bridges that others thought were impossible.
Of that, I am proud.
However, recently I attempted to contact an old friend to try and repair what had been done - or, more appropriatly, what I had done wrong. They didn't want anything to do with me.
They told me that they forgave me, but that they "didn't trust me" and didn't want to talk to me anymore.
My question is how does one fix such a problem? How do you fix a bridge when the other person won't even let you try?
Bridges are funny things. There are two sides to them and when bridges are built they are built from two sides of the river/canyon/valley by two seperate crews. You can't build a bridge from one side only. If you did, when you made it to the center, the bridge would collapse because there wasn't anything there for that side to merge with.
I wish that there was some way to mend the bridge with this person, but right now they don't even want to talk to me.
How does one come back from that type of failure? Is it their fault for not trying to mend fences, or is it mine for having failed so badly in the past? I don't know.
I just hope one day they can find it in their heart to see I'm not the same idiot anymore.
Roughing It
Today, we had some weather. And when I say weather, I'm talking about 80 mph wind gusts, and sideways rain. We had a serious storm front roll through, and, it was happy enough to knock out the electricity in my neighborhood.
You know, you never realize exactly how much you use electricity until you don't have it.
Computer? Nope. Xbox? Eh...nope. Tv? Definetly not.
Well, in any case, after five hours of darkness, and one long nap, it came back on around 10:30pm. Thank God.
My computer booted up, and I was finally able to do something that was semi interesting besides staring at a dark wall.
