Internet Crisis, Day 6
Greetings from the University Center.
The powers what is turned off the internet to our houses because someone has a virus, and won't give it back until every single computer has been scanned. This was painful Thursday night, but I have gone certifiably batshit in the days since. I'm so spoiled, without the internet I have no clue how to do anything. When armageddon comes, I hope I get killed off early because life just won't be worth living once the electric grid goes down.
So, of course, I hauled my computer to main campus today only to discover Gmail is down and Blogger has amnesia.
The weekend, however, didn't give me much of a chance to miss my beloved internet. Visitors are the best, especially ones that make funny noises when they sleep, and crack me up every two seconds when they're awake. The "First Ever Craft Center Shopping Cart Race" and Moustache Party were terribly amusing, and I sold all my pieces at the Cookeville Fun Fest. As much as I love to sleep in, it's nice to have an early riser around every now and then to wake your hungover ass up and drag it to Hardee's at 8 a.m. to fuel up for a canoe trip. It gave us the fortitude to confront the tiny water mocassin that managed to get bigger every time Howie mentioned it, and eventually came to define the lake, and no doubt, bodies of water in general for him. Still, we had a blast, and my guest bed now sits empty and awaits the next victim.
I upgraded my flickr
account, and all my old albums and pictures reappeared. Woot. Go now and enjoy updated Shopping Cart Race and Moustache Party coverage.
Reason #45,875 why I love and need the internet: YouTube Responses