Ode to Patrick

They say that when one experiences acute withdrawal symptoms, the body goes through several worsening stages of physical and emotional distress, only to hit a plateau of hell at the bottom. Then, slowly, your symptoms begin to dissipate as your body acclimates to it's new equilibrium. Only when you reach that equilibrium can true personal growth begin.

But then the Time-Warner cable guy comes and reconnects you to the internet after a week of cyber solitary confinement and all of a sudden, thoughts of personal growth are pushed to the back burner as you spend a consecutive 5 hours looking at cute terrier mutts on petfinder.

So yeah. I have the internets again. It's good to be home.

This is Patrick, my cable guy. He walked into my apartment and looked at my internet situation and said "I see you're interested in the whole antiques thing. Is that why you have an antique modem?". It was kind of amazing.

He wants to start a cable guy blog about the crazy houses/people he sees day to day. He showed me some photos on his phone of potential subjects. Some had floor to ceiling Star Wars figurines. One had a 5' tall head of Michael Jordan. Crazy appliance hoarders abound. He took a few pictures in my place (do I fall into the hoarder category?!?) and in return I snapped a picture of him for you to appreciate. Thank you Patrick for saving my internet, you were a riot.

Now that I'm back I promise to continue infrequently and erratically posting to this blog about topics of nonimportance to all.