esrosedotblog

The internet went out last night for several hours.

A car took out some power poles not far from the house.

For some reason the power and phones were not affected. Just TimefuckingWarner.

Crash closes Ramon Road, causes outage in Palm Springs

This is pretty small potatoes but when it happens to me, it becomes a world tragedy.

What pisses me off is that I want a reason. And calling Time-Warner is a study in frustration. Now, they, wisely, don't even talk to you but block with pre-recorded messages saying that they know nothing but are trying to fix it.

We are in the Orwellian world of double talk.

But what could they tell me anyway? That they don't know anything and they are trying to fix it.

Then it comes to me that if we had television we would have the latest information.

No.

Wait a minute.

The cable is out. No television either.

So I just waited it out and watched the wonderful dance movie again.

Then I went to bed a little earlier for a Saturday Night.

We have not had an outage in a long time. In our old location, it was a frequent occurrence. I thought that was because all the wires here are underground. But that is not the case, I guess.

This is so trivial I am wondering why I am writing about it. Such a safe, secure life where nothing happens. And the cable goes out. Disaster.

Labels: life