I've been having router trouble for the last few months. It's been frustrating. I'll be surfinging the net, minding my business, when suddenly a little bubble pops up calmly telling me that I've lost wireless. The wireless lights still blink on the router, and the modem still blinks, but do I have internet? No. Grr..Argh. Since it was kinda old in technology years, I bought a new router. After much hair pulling, I set up the router with G.'s help, and the range was wonderful. Except almost immediately the same problem reared it's ugly head. My brother suggested channel switching, and so far today it's behaved. Then again, it only acts up during the morning and I was at BN most of the day.
Speaking of which, the visit to BN was interesting. You really don't notice atmosphere until you have to, and today was one of those days. Apparently today was Josh Groban day because they had him blaring on the speakers, which on any other day I might sing along because my roommate owns the cd. It wasn't a classical day. Their preferences in New Age are just atrocious, and apparently that was the next selection. It was all so loud. It's not question friendly. It is iPOD with headphones friendly.
The store has a section towards the back on the leftside before it turns into the music store that they have sectioned off for their wireless customers. There are a few rows of tables, and a few people were sitting at them reading and/or studying. I was approaching the area, and one lady looked up at me, and her reaction was flabbergasting. Some people briefly look up, blink, then look down. Others smile and seem embarrassed, like they have been caught doing something they shouldn't have. She just frowned and kept staring until I left the area. Really, it's people like her that make me want to ask her what she's really thinking. Either that or tell her if she doesn't like what she sees then she needs to get some glasses. Seriously.
Other than that incident, BN was uneventful and I was not suckered into browsing the rows and rows of beautiful books. I stationed myself right next to the young adult section. One of these days I may be tempted to read the Buffy/Angel novels. Bad me.

Where have I been??
In hell...
Um, no. The roomie had unexpected major surgery, and a bunch of other stuff happened. Needless to say blogging was not a priority, and reading about the Schiavo stuff all over the place just made it worse.
Now, now it's back to the basic stuff. Little discoveries. Lent is over, and I've realized I've not lost my gift for biting sarcasm and subtle irony. ::cough, cough::
Carnivale is over (HBO don't be an ass), and Sin City made me see a whole other side of Nick Stahl that was quite interesting. Oh yeah, it was definately a must Clive Owen fix and a must see film... why are you still reading this?
I also recently discovered that the PMBR lectures can be ripped into mp3s, much to my glee. I've been using my expert pirating skills to very good use, and I'm almost finished with the entire set. I've uploaded a few to my iPOD, and it maked the bus rides interesting. The only downside is that I have a tendency to repeat a few things outload when I want to commit them to memory, and in doing so I forget that I'm not alone. I'm sure a few of the patrons of the 607 Route where intrigued Saturday when I started listing the 403 objections that have merit on appeal. Anyway...
I'm considering listening to the lectures and doing the study stuff at a nearby B&N. I can't stand being in this apartment any longer, and believe me, I can find distractions. Since I'm twenty times as determined to pass this test from hell, I'm thinking that changing the venue might help.

I just checked MSNBC and apparently there's been an 8.2 earthquake off the coast of Indonesia. I think they're expecting tsunamis any minute. Here's hoping that alerts have gone out and that people will be safer this time around.

Every two weeks I receive the obligatory Ticketmaster email that informs me of all the concerts and plays coming to San Antonio and the surrounding area. Why they tell me Miss Saigon is coming, I don't know. It's in Corpus, people. Do I have a car? No. Can I go? No. Why must you torture me by dangling such pretty musicals with no chance of attending. Bastards.
But this isn't a rant against Ticketmaster. Nor is this a post to gloat that Sparta is coming and neither my cousin or my brother can see them (sucks to be in school, doesn't it). No, this is about how sick and twisted the world can be. Can someone please tell me why Gloria Trevi is coming to San Antonio!!!! She is a child molester. She helped her manager rape girls. Girls who got pregnant. Girls who were either forced to abort their babies or make them disappear. This woman has a cd out again, and she's on tour here in the United States. I don't know, but this is sick.

Thirty Muslims were fired from Dell for praying at sunset. It was a hazard, an inconvenience, and frankly, it just wasn't right. Who would cover them at 7:20 today, 7:18 tomorrow, 6:55 the next day, or 7:05 later? Apparently accomodations for sunset prayer just aren't possible for the computer giant.
Via Wizbang

Arizona has convicted its first pirate! The teen was charged with illegally downloading music and movies and then selling them. Since he was a minor at the time this terrible crime was commited, he will be spared jail time, but the dummy will do probation.
My god, did he really have to go and try to sell these movies he downloaded. Such terrible quality not to mention he's giving the MPAA and RIAA more fuel with which to screw everyone else. It's teens like him who use filesharing programs so irresponsibly.

The PMBR cd on Contracts is amusing, yet strangely informative. I'm bound to have more moments of "Oh, I get it!" as the days progress because I've avoided everything bar related since July. I needed to. Now, well now I'm enjoying the refresher course, and remembering how to apply the stupid mailbox rule. And get this, the lecturer on this particular cd is from UC Davis, and he's funny. Here I thought I would be falling asleep. Glad to be disappointed.

I'm awake today. I know I am. Bright eyed and bushy tailed if I must be cute, but somehow the nerves in my brain are not connecting to the fingers. I'm forgetting to add words. So here's hoping I won't sound disconnected later!

... in one city in California. Have a noxious odor? The librarian can kick you out. (reg. req) If it happens to be the latest Britney Spears perfume, someone thinks you stink! I hope you still have your receipt!

Only in America can you be charged with manslaughter for giving a friend his own gun. So what if said friend kills himself after finding out he has terminal cancer and is suffering horrible amounts of pain.
His gun, his choice.
But no, since you cleaned and gave the gun to your friend this makes you a criminal unless you live in Oregan and have an MD at the end of your name.