Doesn't it just figure; I finally got a decent connection soze I can blog, and I gotta go to bed.  Fuckin' thing will be down in the morning, I just know it. 

On the other hand, it is 5 AM... 

Good night. 

This explains part of the story about my phantom DSL provider.  The line was (again) down most of the day, coming up for about a half hour every three hours, finally coming back up and staying at about 2:30 this AM. 

All is not hopeless.  WorldCom is buying Rhythms, or at least they're buying that group of access rights for Central Offices which include the CO for my particular line.  Maybe WorldCom will take me under their wing and send me a bill for this DSL.  Then at least I will know who to call when it goes down, or slows down.  Gawd, I can't imagine calling somebody just to tell them my bandwidth is drooping when I've lately gotten used to being wonderfully grateful just for having a connection. 

You know, when you really look at a person, you see them.  I said somewhere once this guy was 'way cute,' and he is.  But he's a whole hell of a lot more; he's a whole human being for one thing -- including of course all the appropriate appendages (not that I know personally -- just surmizing).  But he's also got a voice, and he's got a brain, and the scariest thing of all for me is that Mays has got a heart.  Not that I know personally -- just surmizing... 

Check out his blog entry for .:: Saturday :: September 22 :: 2001 ::..  There's pics.  If you look at them, maybe you won't see a person, maybe you'll just see a picture.  I saw a person, and I'm right back where I was running from: I'm afraid.

I'm not afraid of pictures. 

PS:  I really can't believe that Mays is only 5'2" like he says.

PPS.  He is not a child, as his appearance (at a stretch) suggests to some people.  He is a grown adult.  Once he even got laid-off from an adult-type job.  So there.