The Alt90's Nightmare: FINAL LIST. That's it. Finished. Done. No f@$#ing more.

So! The divine yuki_onna recently did a nifty post about nostalgia and 90's alternative, ending with an entreaty to, and I quote, "hit me with your 90s playlist, kittens."

Ohh, dear. Here's your worms. And a can opener.

The Alt90's Nostalgia Beast Mix of Screaming Hairy Saxon Doom is finally (nine discs later) done. (Yes, there's stuff that I could certainly include in a tenth disc, but I have no desire to do so. So there.) I refrained from dropping the entire 180-track list in the poor girl's comment box, but it occurred to me that I never did post the absolute-last-straw-final track listing, if for no other reason than to hammer the last coffin nail into place. So, to have something to link her to:

( The Alt90's Nostalgia Hammer: The Final Track List. Just as boring as the previous track lists, only now, it's even LONGER. )

Right, we're done here. I need a glass of 7-Up and a reason to leave this chair. If you'll excuse me....

No Interesting Post Titles for Boring Internet Service Entries

I could wile away the hours
Conferrin' with the flowers
Consultin' with the rain
And my head I'd be scratchin'
While my thoughts were busy hatchin'
If I only had a brain...

Peculiarly enough, I don't have a brain at the moment, and yet this is pretty much what I'm doing anyway. Funny, that.

Little to nothing to report, except that we finally got our Interwebs switched from DSL to cable. We don't have the oh-my-stars-and-garters eyeball-blistering fast service, but it's running at the speed that the DSL should have been running, if said DSL service did not fellate various farm animals. Company loyalty, my blindingly untanned heinie.

The guy who installed it was awfully nice, especially considering that doing so meant a trek to the other side of the building, which is no small hike. He actually showed up before the scheduled time, bless his heart (and called ahead to make sure it was okay to do so), and told us that our apartment used to be his seventh-grade math classroom. (The building is a reconditioned junior high school; until a few months ago, our door still read "28 ENGLISH III," which means I'm now bummed to learn that the sign had nothing to do with the room at all.) I even impressed him with my Mac-fu by finding the setting that would fix the wee little problem, the one where it weren't workin'. Actually, I impressed myself even more, because it was sheer blind luck that I happened to find the right clicky-thing on the first try. Go, me.

Then came the "please cancel my DSL because omigod get this thing away from me before it gives me hate cooties" call. I actually felt a little bad, not because I was dropping my own company's service—I had reasons—but because the poor folks at the business office are trained to do everything in their power to keep you there, and frankly, it sounds like they're taking it kind of hard. "Why are you canceling your service? The service was slow? Would you like me to connect you to tech support? What if I dropped your bill by $15 a month, how about that? Yes? Maybe? How about some muffins? We have muffins! And...free coffee? ... Oh, you've already signed up with...other people.... *despondent sigh* Well, I guess we can't stop you if...if you don't.... *stifled sobbing*"

I'm hoping that bit will be easier when we drop our landline service in a few weeks, because at least I can tell them that we're switching over to the same company's wireless. Just...I'm thinking maybe I should send over some cookies. Or something. Y'know, make it easier. Because I worry.