Now I'm hiding in Honduras
I'm a desperate man
Send lawyers, guns, and money
The shit has hit the fan
Finally, after years of wandering in the technological wilderness, we have cut the cord. We had a cable internet connection installed yesterday, which turned into a serious male bonding experience for Eric and I. It's an extravagance we've wanted if for awhile, and She Who Endures My Myriad Eccentricities finally relented. Thanks, honey! Now it won't take me 3 weeks to download that bootleg copy of "Hudson Hawk"!! We can also (be still, my foolish heart...) use our phone line for it's intended purpose, and y'all can stop whining about our phone line always being busy. ;0)
I owe my oldest stepson, Adam, a shout for helping us configure my wireless card (from Carbondale, IL, no less). Wow, now I can sit on the toilet and experience the rich, creamy goodness of cable internet speed. Not that I would, of course, but I could if I wanted to. The option is available, and for guys it's all about having options. Ooo....
We also upgraded to digital cable TV, so now we've got something like 557 channels. We've got everything from "The Itchy and Scratchy Channel" to "The Cross-Dressing Network" to "Fox Sports World" (because you know that you can NEVER get enough of those Turkish Football League matches- Go Fehnerbahce!!)
Now, if you'll excuse me, it's time for the "Charles In Charge" marathon on "The Gay Left-Handed Atheist Network". I gotta go....