Alas and Alack.
Jun. 15th, 2006 09:55 amOkay, I am hijacking the school Internet connection (which blocks e-mail sites, grr! grr!) to bring you the news that British Telecom, in their attempts to fix our telephones, have cut off our Broadband.
...yeah.
They say that it'll be fixed on the twentieth, but since they've already said 'it'll be fixed on [insert date here]!' and '[insert date here]' has come and gone four times, I'm not holding my breath.
On the one hand, this makes me very sad indeed. On the other, it's given me the opportunity to find out the answer to the age-old question, 'How long can Riona go without Internet access before she goes completely crackers and starts having dreams about checking her e-mail, being JD in a huge multi-fandom real-life roleplay, and nervously trying to comfort Wilson as he laments about his unrequited love for House?'
The answer is, rather sadly, 'almost forty-eight hours'. Also, dream!Wilson is so cute I could die. (House was listening in, but he didn't seem all that surprised.)
So yeah, may not be around for a while. I'm sure you'll all live.
(I really have been watching far too much House. Every time someone starts coughing near me, I half-expect them to fall to their knees and vomit blood.)
EDIT: And, after a brief return, the Internet's gone again. Argh. Also, given the following enjoyable conversation with BT Fault Reporting, it doesn't look like it's going to be sorted out any time soon:
"Hey, um, our Internet's gone down again, and - "
"NO IT HASN'T."
"...I'm sorry?"
"NO IT HASN'T. YOUR INTERNET CONNECTION IS FINE."
"...um, no, it's really not. There's no dial tone when I try to connect. I'm doing it right now."
"THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH YOUR INTERNET CONNECTION."
"...I hate you so much."
...yeah.
They say that it'll be fixed on the twentieth, but since they've already said 'it'll be fixed on [insert date here]!' and '[insert date here]' has come and gone four times, I'm not holding my breath.
On the one hand, this makes me very sad indeed. On the other, it's given me the opportunity to find out the answer to the age-old question, 'How long can Riona go without Internet access before she goes completely crackers and starts having dreams about checking her e-mail, being JD in a huge multi-fandom real-life roleplay, and nervously trying to comfort Wilson as he laments about his unrequited love for House?'
The answer is, rather sadly, 'almost forty-eight hours'. Also, dream!Wilson is so cute I could die. (House was listening in, but he didn't seem all that surprised.)
So yeah, may not be around for a while. I'm sure you'll all live.
(I really have been watching far too much House. Every time someone starts coughing near me, I half-expect them to fall to their knees and vomit blood.)
EDIT: And, after a brief return, the Internet's gone again. Argh. Also, given the following enjoyable conversation with BT Fault Reporting, it doesn't look like it's going to be sorted out any time soon:
"Hey, um, our Internet's gone down again, and - "
"NO IT HASN'T."
"...I'm sorry?"
"NO IT HASN'T. YOUR INTERNET CONNECTION IS FINE."
"...um, no, it's really not. There's no dial tone when I try to connect. I'm doing it right now."
"THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH YOUR INTERNET CONNECTION."
"...I hate you so much."
