Say hello to wireless cable

So Etisalat finally got its act together and sent over man with router and the power to provide broadband (otherwise known as porn at the speed of light). So this chap plonks down Linksys, plugs it in, installs the drivers and makes to shove off. So I ask, "wot about the wireless part, O bearded man in perfectly ironed thobe?" He hums, he haws, he fiddles, he twiddles. Then he says he doesn’t know and will send someone else to tackle that problem. I say, all I need is an encryption key. He runs out the door. Two hours later he returns with heavyset Somalian-types (yes, I know, I had to look twice) who hems and haws and suggests I take my laptop to the computer shop to get it fixed. I say to him, "You are a moron. All I need is a WEP key. Show me where to generate this WEP key." He bolts. I sigh. Unpack the gateway manual. Generate a WEP key. Key it in. Instant Internet.

So then I call Etisalat’s customer service to complain, right? And I am told, in no uncertain terms, that Etisalat’s technicians are not responsible for setting up the router. And to think I paid AED 200 for installation. Should’ve just bought a router from Bur Dubai and done it myself. Losers.

Now any Joe can podcast their disgusting taste in music. Power to the people. Oh, the horror. Country music is going to take over the world, I know it. We'll be honky-tonkin' till the cows come home.

Apparently, bloggers are not journalists. Who'd've thunk?

Einstein’s b’day is on April 18th. They’re doing this funky light relay thing. Read about it.

Watching a really old Shatrughan Sinha and Dharmendra movie and discussing potential India trip. Shall keep you updated. Now currently mesmerized by how much Shatru looks like Dad 30 years ago *giggle*.