May. 6th, 2005 12:56 pm
"Please try again later"
Sometimes it's a good thing I don't have connectivity at home. Last night, for instance, y'all would've been treated to a frothing rant about how my phone company sucks abites the heads off kittens. Now where there was once rage, there is only despair. I can still receive calls at home, but I can't call out and they refuse to help me further unless I call from the apartment. She tricked me into admitting the existence of my cell and when I asked, "What would you tell me if I didn't have a cell phone?" she refused to answer the question on the basis that it was "irrelevant". At least she didn't simply cut me off, the woman I spoke to last night. Thus ends my five-year experiment with trying to stick one in the eye of the local overlords. I mean, as shitty as SBC is, their service can't possibly be worse, can it?
Calming my nerves took a quick ranty call to my man followed by a Coke with 151-proof rum. (I originally asked for a "Cuba libre" and the bartender was like "What is that?" I despair again! I mean, really, how obscure is that? It's not like I asked for a Modernista or something!) One thing about recovering from rage, though: It makes me feel expansive. Even before the alcohol kicked in, I had no compunction about treating the other bar denizens like old friends--not that I spoke to many people besides the Cliff Clavin of Big Chicks, who lured me into an hour-long disquisition on literature, from the development of the novel to the parallels between Philip Roth and the rock group Queen. (Who knew he used to manage a bookstore?) It reaffirmed my ambition to tackle Dead souls one of these days and gave me a few new talents to look out for, notably Randall Kenan. More than that, it kindled my love of great literature--to the point that even in my bleary stupor, I was trying to finish the next chapter in Genji before falling asleep upright with all the lights on.
Calming my nerves took a quick ranty call to my man followed by a Coke with 151-proof rum. (I originally asked for a "Cuba libre" and the bartender was like "What is that?" I despair again! I mean, really, how obscure is that? It's not like I asked for a Modernista or something!) One thing about recovering from rage, though: It makes me feel expansive. Even before the alcohol kicked in, I had no compunction about treating the other bar denizens like old friends--not that I spoke to many people besides the Cliff Clavin of Big Chicks, who lured me into an hour-long disquisition on literature, from the development of the novel to the parallels between Philip Roth and the rock group Queen. (Who knew he used to manage a bookstore?) It reaffirmed my ambition to tackle Dead souls one of these days and gave me a few new talents to look out for, notably Randall Kenan. More than that, it kindled my love of great literature--to the point that even in my bleary stupor, I was trying to finish the next chapter in Genji before falling asleep upright with all the lights on.
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Couldn't just say Rum and Coke
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What about the lime?
Re: Couldn't just say Rum and Coke
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See also: liquor + fireWORKS
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Then you can add the cheapest long distance you can find to that, or use VOIP or cell for your long distance and toll calls.
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Thanks!
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A stumbling block is simplicity, for the sake of
Though it's also not clear that I'd actually save much, if anything. I'm paying SBC $32/month including tax. Vonage is $15-25/month, depending on plan-- add $11 for a barebones landline to that and it's the same ballpark. (Sure, that includes long distance, but I make most of the long distance calls and I use the cell.) Still, it at least gives me something to look into if SBC decides to jack up its rates to make up for the customers it's hemorrhaging.
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I pay about $20 a month total with my line under that rate. (45% taxes!)
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Nothing Beatsa Coke and Pizza
As for phone service, my Verizon was so bad last year that I first switched from DSL to cable for my ISP. The Verizon service went downhill and I had such a serious problem that I had to call the state regulatory board, the exact title of which I forget. I used the magic word "disability" regarding my cpap, and Verizon was fined $1,000. When my geek friend Roddy arrived from Dallas he then set me up on Vonage. I haven't looked back and have been extremely happy ever since.
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No and no, pretty much. VoIP systems use Layer 3 routing, which means individual packets are prioritized by service and destination. "Phone" packets are priority scheduled at the local routers, which sends them in advance of other data packets.
VoIP conversations take place at 64Kb/second. In most high-bandwidth channels, this is a small-to-negligible amount, and won't affect other applications' transfer rate o'ermuch. As for quality, it's not any different from a POTS line, which converts voice to that level for digital transfer where the copper line terminates at a phone company switch. (Mind, this assumes a simple phone->network->phone connection. Funky tech wizardry like call following can cause lag (almost always) and/or lost packets (if the signal goes wireless).)
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2 oz. blended Scotch
1/2 oz. dark rum
1/2 oz. punsch*
1 tablespoon pastis (Dubonnet, Lillet, what have you)
1/2 oz. fresh lemon juice
orange bitters
The Modernista uses absinthe as the pastis, which leads me to suspect muckefuck only asks for it when he wants to be a smart-ass. If, however, he can provide compelling evidence (or at least a convincing lie) that he has imbibed a true Modernista, I'll buy him dinner.
* about punsch: Most people I've known for a while have been subjected to a discourse about the two ways to distill sugar cane. The primary way treats it as grain in the making of Scotch, which begets rum. The other way treats is as grain in the making of vodka, which begets cachaca. There is yet an other, other way, in which the rum is sweetened into a liqueur; to extend the Scotch analogy, it is the making of the Drambuie version of rum.