So my wack-job owner is out of the house again. Doing what, you ask? Well, she thinks she's all powerful now that she's got, and this is a direct quote here, "teh intarweb." Yes, my owner finally decided to pick up a computer (a laptop, no less), and get high speed internet access. Clearly she wasn't aware of the OC-768 line I had run into my secret lair a few months ago. She probably would have wondered about the $80,000 worth of networking gear I put on her AmEx, but I've been hiding the credit card bills under the couch. What she doesn't know, won't hurt her, right? Right... So I've been a little out of touch since the installation (what? YOU try configuring routers between the obligatory harassment sessions). Finally got everything dialed in, and she takes off for a long weekend. Perfect. Gives me just enough time to reroute her newly installed connection to supplement my own. Also an excellent time to speak with the crab in the aquarium about his misuse of Organization resources. Never trust a crab.
