You might have noticed that I didn’t post all of yesterday and today. Usually, this would be because of me being lazy/busy, or the fact that I came across nothing interesting enough to write about. I wish this were the case.
Here’s the story. July 4th in Raleigh was rainy, and the forecasts predicted around a week more of thunderstorms and gloomy weather. Saturday swings around, and it’s basically a monsoon, fearsome lightning rattling the vicinity every five minutes. I don’t mind this and I go about business as usual, brawsin’ the webs and watching television. Around 5:00pm, while I’m sifting through unread Google Reader entries, I hear a crack of lightning that’s so close that the room flashes bright and I jump. All the electronics in the house shut off and turn back on. I check to see if my TV and computer are still fine, and they are. It turns out, though, that my internet/satellite connection is fried, and I’ll have to wait for field technicians to turn out and replace the components. I wallow in boredom for innumerable hours, getting further on some design projects and playing MGS4.
It’s late, and I go to sleep. At around 3am, I get a call from a neighbor asking if I’m all right. After some groggy discussion, I gather that there’s a giant, raging fire two houses down in my lane. I walk out into the street, and the flames are still burning; all I can smell is burning plastic. It’s hot as balls. I talk to the huddled group of neighbors in the street. They’ve gathered that the owners are on vacation, but their two cats got burned alive. So I walk back to bed and don’t wake up until the cable technician arrives in the afternoon.
It turns out that my router is fried, too. I go buy a new one and spend the rest of the day monkeying around with the house’s internet connections until, finally, it works. I still don’t have a satellite connection until Friday.
Seriously.