"I need the phone to do the five fucking minutes" was my most recent thought. A good one to write for explosive rage for sure.
Two and a half hours on a beautiful sunny morning - the first for a week - at the lake. I'm leaving today. I'm hoping to book an appointment to install a phone, a landline, at my new vacation home. Old vacation home really. One that's been in the family since 1790, no shit, but now I own more of it than I did a month ago.
a vacation home that not long ago had a landline. I thought this would be a slam dunk task. I'd call some small local company that does landlines, they'd come, I'd be all set .
HA
All roads lead to Spectrum, a scourge upon the earth. Would that Earth could eat this company up and spit it out. Evil lurks among those modems and routers and cables and ethernet connections. BEWARE.
I found out today that, in New York State at least, it is IMPOSSIBLE to get any kind of landline for communication at your home without also getting internet. I previously learned that it is nearly impossible to have no WiFi and be able to access said internet. We have been wired over the airwaves whether we like it or not.
Or we could communicate by post, perhaps the only way to communicate privately left to us.
Or is it?
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