April 8, 2004
Notes from Underground
A limp modem, indeed. A Comcast technician is at the Velocihovel as I write, attempting to replace it. I cannot be there, of course, so the supervision has been outsourced. I am not sanguine of the prospects.
In fact, I am not sanguine of any of my prospects of late. There is much to be said for karma, and fate, and when Fortuna spins my wheel, the outcome is inevitably sum sine regno.
From misfortune at work to busted modems to an unaccommodated webhost-parasite relationship, I keep throwing snake eyes. Some maladies are significant (broken rollers on my sliding doors, a recalcitrant dishwasher), others minor (change sliding from my pocket unawares, a snag and tear in a favorite shirt), but the directional nature is much the same. Black clouds, and bad juju.
Nothing for it but to perservere. Fortuna is fickle, after all, and even she grows tired of prolix miscreancy.
Time for the wheel to spin again.