the devil's in the DSL

On Sunday, I shot a video tour of my new place. For you, internet. So that you could become officially acquainted with my humble abode.

And for you, internet, I sat at Otherlands waiting for this unfortunately huge video file to upload to this blog so that you could see the glory that is my home while doing your Sunday afternoon blog-reading. For you.

And when it just refused to upload in time, I took solace in the fact that I'd finally received an e-mail back from AT&T tech support letting me know that my phone and DSL lines should be fully functional. I left Otherlands without finishing the upload because, hey. I could finish it any time I wanted in the comfort of my own home!

All of that might've been true, internet, had it not been for the fact that the AT&T is Satan incarnate, and as I cursed and spat Sunday evening at the realization that not a single one of the FOUR phone jacks in my apartment were functional, SAT&TAN was probably doing the backstroke in the River Styx laughing maniacally at my misfortune.

On Monday night I headed out again to a different coffee shop to make use of free WiFi to get this video uploaded. All. For. YOU. And what do you know? Just when it finally uploaded, and was to the "processing" stage, the WiFi failed. Went off. Pulled its metaphorical rug right out from underneath me, the dirty bitch.

After I got home I had the pleasure of speaking with the kindest, most Southern fruitbasket of a man I've ever spoken to at AT&T technical support, who shared with me that "trouble" was showing on my line but that the earliest someone might be able to get out to fix it would be this weekend. And while his sweet little voice was just so lovely that I wanted to put him in my pocket, I know that he, too, is a tool of Satan and cannot be trusted.

So here I am, internet. I have this video, and I made it for you, and until AT&T removes its large Satanic head from its hindquarters and fixes my DSL, I guess you'll just have to wait for it.


cheers,
elizabeth