Public Service Announcement

If you're ever staying in the Sheraton in Needham, MA, and you can't get the internet in your room to work, turn on both light switches. I don't know why the hell it works, but before I did so, I wrestled with cables for two hours tonight with no success whatsoever. I called downstairs and immediately, the lady scoffed at me and told me to turn the lights on. She said it like, "Uhhh, have you tried turning on the Internet switch? You know, the switch on the wall that, when activated, allows the Internet to exist?" Listen lady, I live in a space-age duplex where the Internet switch is apparently hidden and permanently lodged in the On position. Leave my technical skills out of this discussion!

How's New England? It's excellent. I'm really liking my job, and I'm ready to take my week's worth of wisdom and apply it to the mean streets of Austin, TX. I learned a good New England term earlier this week: raw. When it's cold and wet outside, you groan and mutter, "What a raw day." If you're really feeling it, you could say, "It's a pisser of a raw day," although that's kind of advanced. Random observation: the people of Boston like the Red Sox more than anyone in Texas likes anything.

Anyway, I'm headed back home tomorrow, where more craziness surely awaits me.