I've always though chiconet rather slow, but it's blazing fast compared to AOL, and for less than half the price. And this afternoon I could call them and ask what the deal was with the busy signal in the middle of the night. I won't bother, of course, but I like the fact that I could call. I could even go down to Chico and go into their office and bitch them out in person if wanted to. Can't do that with AOL. Even if could get to Georgia or wherever the hell their offices are, I'd probably find them full of grinning automatons, and if I made any noises of complaint about the service, their security robots would probably shoot me before I could escape The Compound (while the automatons continued to grin.) In fact, I have the feeling that I've just barely escaped their browser with my life. An unpleasant experience, indeed. I can't believe that so many people pay so much money for AOL.
The clouds have remained dense all night, with only a few patches in the west thinning enough to reveal a few stars now and then. The moon itself was entirely concealed, though its light lent the cloudy sky a dramatic look. This is turning out to be one of the most enjoyable Aprils I can remember. I hope it continues to be as moody as it has been thus far.
I made some rare private posts to the journal. They are pieces I've never finished but was keeping in clip files on Sluggo's hard drive. Composed in the LJ client, they don't like to be moved to MS Word, or any other program that I've ever found, so in order that they not be lost should The Slug die utterly, I made private posts of them and then made comments so that I could at least have e-mail copies of them. They are big. Now they take up a huge chunk of my friends page. I suppose I ought to have backdated them, but didn't think of it. Maybe I'll just take myself off of my friends list for a couple of days, until they have scrolled their way into the past.
Must try thinking things through someday. Not now, though. Now, sleep.
