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Ins and Outs
Aug. 31st, 2006 07:32 pmThe queries have gone out. Thanks to youse who read one of them, or offered to, or thought kind thoughts about them, but they're winging their way to various parts of the northeast. The one comment that hit the homiest was this one--
If the guy isn't a jaded, uber-conventional, dead-inside guy, I think you're good. :)
- to which I replied....-
If he's any of that, I don't want to work with him anyway.
"He" is actually one he and one she, and that's the universe for now. If they express interest, or at least let me down gently, there may be more or fewer of these inquiries in the future.
----
So that's what went out. Coming back in, at least for the time being, is my broadband service yayayayayayay!
Cable guy kinda annoyed me at first, throwing around lots of technobabble and strongly implying it was All My Fault for having self-installed the connection under the ancien regime without putting in appropriate RF protections for the internet signal itself. Of course, none of this corresponded with the following components of reality: (a) the whole mess had worked just fine from the day I self-installed it until a month ago; (b) the whole mess looked just fine to the Pro Fesh A Null Installer who put in our cable box and HBO connection back in March; and (c) he came to all of these conclusions before checking into the status of the outside wiring, which hadn't been touched since the original basic cable installation sometime during the Clinton Administration and which, when he finally got around to looking at it, produced quite a bit of shock and awe about how the thing had managed to work this well for this long in spite of the spit-and-scotch tape job done years ago and despite the incursion of enough wisteria to run a Little Shop of Horrors revival off-Broadway for at least a month.
But it's working now, so in hindsight I like the guy. How can you not like a guy who configures your replacement-replacement cable modem using an illicit proggie called "IP Chicken"? How can you not respect a guy who can work inside, outside and upside down your home despite the noises of three dogs (two of ours, one a neighbor's, not to mention the occasional passing bull mastiff on a walk) all sounding quite determined to eat him for dinner?
Eleanor thought he looked like Kevin Clash. I leaned more toward Boy George (and still have Karma Fucking Chameleon in my head, tyvm), but whoever he looked like, He Da Man, for I Am Back.
If the guy isn't a jaded, uber-conventional, dead-inside guy, I think you're good. :)
- to which I replied....-
If he's any of that, I don't want to work with him anyway.
"He" is actually one he and one she, and that's the universe for now. If they express interest, or at least let me down gently, there may be more or fewer of these inquiries in the future.
----
So that's what went out. Coming back in, at least for the time being, is my broadband service yayayayayayay!
Cable guy kinda annoyed me at first, throwing around lots of technobabble and strongly implying it was All My Fault for having self-installed the connection under the ancien regime without putting in appropriate RF protections for the internet signal itself. Of course, none of this corresponded with the following components of reality: (a) the whole mess had worked just fine from the day I self-installed it until a month ago; (b) the whole mess looked just fine to the Pro Fesh A Null Installer who put in our cable box and HBO connection back in March; and (c) he came to all of these conclusions before checking into the status of the outside wiring, which hadn't been touched since the original basic cable installation sometime during the Clinton Administration and which, when he finally got around to looking at it, produced quite a bit of shock and awe about how the thing had managed to work this well for this long in spite of the spit-and-scotch tape job done years ago and despite the incursion of enough wisteria to run a Little Shop of Horrors revival off-Broadway for at least a month.
But it's working now, so in hindsight I like the guy. How can you not like a guy who configures your replacement-replacement cable modem using an illicit proggie called "IP Chicken"? How can you not respect a guy who can work inside, outside and upside down your home despite the noises of three dogs (two of ours, one a neighbor's, not to mention the occasional passing bull mastiff on a walk) all sounding quite determined to eat him for dinner?
Eleanor thought he looked like Kevin Clash. I leaned more toward Boy George (and still have Karma Fucking Chameleon in my head, tyvm), but whoever he looked like, He Da Man, for I Am Back.