Becky takes something totally mundane and wrings a half-assed blog entry out of it

I had no cable or internet when I got home from work yesterday.

My landlady called later in the evening and said it would be Sunday before Comcast could send a technician. Monday to Sunday - one week. Far from being an inconvenience, though, it felt like an opportunity. I don't watch much TV, but I do watch the news, and I don't while away my after-work hours on the internet (or at least not the way I used to), but I do rush to the computer every time I think of something to look up...which is often.

Of all weeks. No news this week means not being sucked through the invisible crack that divides responsible reporting and tragedy porn. And not looking up every thought that crosses my mind means more time to think about my own answers before conceding to someone else's.

Right?

Those are my lofty expectations, at least, because it's either using this disruption in my routine as an excuse for public self-actualization OR it's an opportunity to berate Comcast because for God's sake how could it actually take a week, I mean, come on. (I prefer the former because hating on your service-provider is such a cliche, and because I set high standards for myself as being not-totally-dependent on technology [even if I sometimes am].)

(Plus, it's inspired me not to spend the first half of my lunch break today mindlessly scrolling through Reddit, like I usually do, and instead using that time to write something. And after such a dry spell on this blog, too...I needed to lose the internet to post something on the internet.)

(Also, I say all of this like I don't have a damn smartphone. But I'm ignoring that rather large loophole.)