Wednesday, December 17th, 2003
So hopefully my cable modem adventures are at an end. The repair guy came by again – different one this time – and I don’t think I understood a word he said. The whole time, it was a non-stop stream of techno-babble, modem types, filter connections, mips, blips, gurps… I had no idea what was going on. What I do know is when he left, I had a new modem, 20 more cable channels and a RIDICULOUSLY fast internet connection. I’m talking 2700 kbps download. Whoooooa. I’ll be sticking with Rogers, I think.
24 – Gotta say, last night was a disappinting episode that doesn’t really bode well for the rest of the season. I don’t find the fact that the President got dumped by his girlfriend a very compelling storyline. Nor is the explanation for why Jack needed to re-infiltrate Salazar’s orgainzation terribly interesting. In fact, everything has taken a turn for the conventional, banal even. I’ve seen all this before in countless spy movies. Blah. I think it’s time to cue the space aliens. End spoilers.
Apparently they had some trouble keeping the computer-generated soldiers in Return Of The King from running away from certain virtual death.
Pitchfork has started their 3-day look back at the way we were in 2003. Lists, lists, lists.
You’re an Indie Pop Kid. You like songs about
relationships and the prettiness of nature.
You’re sentimental, but not certainly not emo.
Oh, and if you aren’t an English Major, you
Hmm, well that’s emasculating. At least I get a picture of Isobel Campbell as consolation.
np – Steve Earle & The Del McCoury Band / The Mountain