Called the phone company to disconnect the internet. I made the mistake of calling someone in the “change services” department, since I was - what’s the word? Changing my service. He said he had trouble hearing me, and asked me to repeat myself. Indeed, the static on the line was awful. This is not a compelling argument for using traditional phone companies. If they can’t even provide a clean line, what’s the point? Of course, they’re piping my call to a call center through the Internet. Right? Sure.

He sends me to Disconnect, and in the process I am disconnected.

Well, it certainly worked as advertised.

Called again, and got to Disconnect. They were sorry to hear I was going, and sounded a bit shocked - as if I was giving up on the Internet entirely. Nah, it just didn’t work out for me. I bought a book and watched some cat videos and read something about how the underground lizard people are going to steal the election - it was fun but it got old pretty quick. So, you can come and take the internet out now.

I was cancelling because I got the new underground fiber, and it’s twice as fast as the old copper internet. Even saying the internet came to the house through copper felt like it should plug into a wooden box with a corrugated tin cover.

She didn’t try to keep me from going, because what I described I had they couldn’t offer. They’re stringing fiber down the alley, but it’s slow going, I guess. As opposed to the company that just built an entire network underground, yeah, I can see that. She didn’t ask for the modem back, I realized later, and that’s odd. Why, just a few months ago when I almost upgraded to their Fiber But Not Really Ha Ha service (Fiber to the node, chickenwire to the house) they said I’d need an additional modem downstairs for $99. Which, of course, is nonsense. Well, sir, with all the internet you’ll be getting, you’re going to need two modems to handle it all.

At some point I know that Modem had a price of $99, and now you’re telling me I can keep it? Might it be due to the fact that you buy them by the 100,000s, and pay three bucks a throw?

Next step: hook up the Ooma. It’s one of those VoIP things. If the company goes south I’ll jump over to my ISP’s phone service, which is considerably more expensive, but as long as the company doesn’t go under in a six months I’ll make back everything I spent, and more. Took a while to get everything to sync, but eventually everything was up and ready to go.

Made a call to my new line. Beedee BEEEE the number you have dialed is not in service

Actually, that’s not what she said. It was the CenturyLink recording. Been a long time since I heard the Ma Bell recording. Wonder if it’s out there on the internet anywhere?

I know, stupid question. Anyway. Went to Live Chat, and was informed I’d been given a bad number. A new number was issued, and when I went to log into my account, nothing worked. Password reset didn’t work. Trying from another browser didn’t work. I have to call customer service tomorrow.

My favorite part was unplugging the phone unit to see if that made the browser password work.

Oh! And I should note that putting my router downstairs away from the computer completely fubar’d my Network Attached Storage backup system, something that did not penetrate my skull for a while, but now I have that figured out - and it means I need a new power strip down by the TV to accommodate all the new devices. But that’s okay. I have all this bandwidth now, and can rest assured that the nightly backups will continue. The incredible upload speed means that I will throw my entire music library into Amazon Prime tonight before I go to bed, and everything will be uploaded by morn, and I can call up any song I have by asking Alexa to play it.

What an age! What a time! What an elaborate process to cut the phone company cord and save the home number -

- which is only called, ever, by my Mother-in-Law.

Another angle of the KA block. So far we've been lavishing attention on the six-story side, which gives you an incomplete grasp of the project. Here's the other corner.

The tall Opus residential project is still in the dull digging phase, although they've poured a few deep holes. I provide these for context, so you have something to remember when this view is no longer possible.




Back to music cues for "The Little Things in Life," Peg Lynch's last continuously running sitcom. The cues run from substandard 60s cues to cringingly 70s, and I'm surprised at how few there were. I think I'm already repeating what I previously played. In fact I know I'm already repeating the fact that I think I'm repeating myself, but on we go: this is the sound of narrative radio in its strange last gasp.

A piece of transition music that seems like it's ending, and seems to regard this all as far too much work:




If the one above hails from a previous era of radio, this one smells like the 70s:


Flautists got a lot of work in the 70s.



Debbie, by the way, was played by an actress with a singular lack of acting talent.

The radio ad campaign tied in with TV and print, of course. Of course! The point was to drive home two words and one concept.


Be sociable.



Thanks to the low bitrate of some of these encodes, the entire show is sometimes smaller than some of the standalone bits. This one takes a swipe at Winchell, whose power had dimmed sufficiently to make such things safe.


The whole thing! 59.10.15



But of course.

It's such a cool ride. It scares small children; it should.


An excerpt here to avoid legal problems.


The question is whether I could show a video of this object, which I got in 2003.

Being unfamiliar with the Mansion and its famous furniture, I had no idea this was one of the Grim Grinning . . . you know. Ghosts. If I say any more I'll get a takedown notice.

Although this guy doesn't seem to be in any trouble.

An ordinary week, but I think it worked well enough. Next week? I couldn't tell you. Drop by on Monday, and find out.



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