Well. DSL’s installed.
Now I can really start moving into this place.
It’s all about standards. No phone? Psh. No cable? Please.
No broadband? Whoa, just, whoa–I didn’t sign up for this.
Well. DSL’s installed.
Now I can really start moving into this place.
It’s all about standards. No phone? Psh. No cable? Please.
No broadband? Whoa, just, whoa–I didn’t sign up for this.
When I used to commute via the metro to Bethesda or downtown to Foggy Bottom, I’d see all sorts of professionals on their way to work, in their suits and ties. . . And sneakers. I always thought they looked really silly on their way to work.
I would think to myself, “I’d never do that.”
And yet, about two years later, here I am, wearing sneakers on the way in and out. I’ve got a pair of work shoes that I leave in my office.
I’m not in a suit and tie (I don’t need to wear either), but I am sometimes in dress slacks. Which, admittedly, still looks silly–but is comfy. Should have done this years ago.
Plus, these sneakers are way cooler than the kicks those dweebs were wearing. For real.
Things may get weird for a short period of time while I switch hosting providers.
Went to the bank the other day, turns out they offer a coinstar service, of sorts.
Works great, and now I’m not carrying around 5 pounds of loose change.
Yes, really. Quite heavy, but not a problem anymore. I really like the receipt, it gives you the break down of what type of coinage and how many you had. That’s 182 pennies.
You’ll notice the lack of quarters, primarily because I needed them for laundry. However, in my new place, they use tokens you buy at the front desk. An end of an era.
You have to give back the receipt at the teller window, but before I did, I snapped this pic.
Oh, and my bank doesn’t charge for this “service.” At least not yet.
Well, just as I was about to give up on a moblog solution. One presents itself.