my digitel's internet service came back early in the morning yesterday after spending four days in the toilet, i had been bugging their call center whose talkers kept informing me of their internet's widespread on-the-blink status due to some "technical problems" while assuring me on the same breath that their men in hard hats were shaking heaven and hell to bring their net back to life, and i kept on calling them still to the extent that they just played muzak on me..
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it's not like there's no more life when there's no internet connection, it's just that you realize your life's colors go stale when your internet browser just present you with a SERVER NOT FOUND report especially if your job only requires you to monitor a stable internet connection so that gamers can keep roaming their virtual worlds; student-researchers plagiarizing for their assignments; chatters shooting bulls with each other.. well, ok ok, the net has become my constant IV drip feeding my artificial addiction to news, audiovisual entertainment, this blog and all sorts of clutters and banalities unnecessary to an otherwise wholesome, bare bones living
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seconds after discovering that i was online again my phone rang and it was a digitel talker asking if my net was back, i said yes and i asked if the snafu was caused by some sort of sobotage, he was stunned silent for about three seconds and he stutteringly assured me that "naku hinde, hindi po, wala po namang ganon.. sir..," then he asked "sir, ano ba pangalan n'yo?!," i thought i was the only one paranoid, "ah, ako si Lightning McQueen.."
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call me an optimist-rationalist but there's always an upside to a loss, i had no internet for four days but i was able to spend a better time finishing Warhammer 40,000: Dawn Of War (a quirky RTS game i started more than a year ago) and Steven Pressfields' Gates Of Fire (a blood, gore, glory, tears and testosterone novelization of the 300 Spartans' last stand against a quarter million Persian hordes at the Battle Of Thermophylae, the paperback of which i hunted [and found and had for a song at SM Pampanga BookSale outlet, yeah!] after drooling over Frank Miller's 300, the graphic novel rendition of the same historic and history-altering battle); finally, i (together with my wife, Marlyn) was able to take my daughter Semenelin to our common dream movie Silent Hill (based intelligently on the interactive survival-horror game of the same name which i-played-and-finished-while-Marlyn-and-Sem-were-watching in all its four mind-disturbing iterations)
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the net going on the blink on me for a while reminds me of the line the obsessive-compulsive stripteaser Sharon Stone in Sliver said when she turned off the network of personal TV monitors kept by thevoyeur extraordinaire landlord William Baldwin: "Get a life!"
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