The boring stuff:
You may have noticed I've been messing around with my template (the format of the blog). I've had a very kind offer of assistance to design my very own, and I'm planning to do that asap. So for now I've restored something similar to what I had before.
For those who have had difficulties leaving comments in the past, now would be a good time to try again. I have finally changed over to Blogger's own comments system. I hope you'll find it easier to use, even though I do have that annoying word verification turned on, to avoid comment spam.
I used to use Enetation, because when I first started Dreaming all the Time, Blogger did not offer comments. In blog terms we are not quite a senior citizen, but maybe getting towards middle-aged.
In the midst of all this template-y tomfoolery, we went waaaaay over our monthly download limit and had our internet connection SEVERELY shaped - slowed to a very slow crawl. Although we've gone over the limit in past months, the slowdown hasn't seemed that bad. This time they appear to mean business. I guess I should think about paying a little more per month for this wireless service.
Let's not even talk about the fact that the part of Canberra where we live is completely in ADSL territory, except for our house/street/some mysterious segment of our suburb. Every few months we get a personalised letter from Telstra offering us a great deal on a broadband connection. The first few times, I went through the charade of calling them up to find out that no, ADSL still wasn't actually available to our phone number. Even though they sent us a letter
Tonight I have travelled just a few streets away to my sister's place, to partake of the wonderful broadband feast. Yum.
2 comments:
And very welcome you were. I loved your cheesy potato pizza too.
Was spoilt and i didnt even do the icecream thing. That is annoying about the Telstra letter - I don't find them marvellous if that's any consolation. Bigpond is annoying can't see sent items but that's off the point cause everything else is okay. Come again.
No need to eat worms - that song's about being unloved.
But if you decide to we have a worm farm in our shed. They love it there and live under mountains of compost churning out their worm juice. Praps you could just drink the juice might be closer to your religion.
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