Twenty-Four Hours
Our cable broadband service died yesterday around 2pm. So to the both of you that read this outside of my apartment and couldn’t find it yesterday, I apologize. That’s what you get for looking at a site hosted from some dude’s apartment.
But, man, I almost didn’t make it. How did I survive the entire year last year without internet access in my apartment? It boggles the mind and defies reason.
But we’re back now (though Paul.za and Greg don’t know yet). Until charter decides to freak out again.
We totally need a satellite feed. Or some backbone.
