Damn You, Fibratel!

Dear readers (all three of you) Please have patience with me. I want to post to my blog a lot more than I actually do. You see, since I moved into this apartment about two weeks ago, I've been stealing wireless internet from one of my gracious Argentine neighbors. I think this neighbor is a few floors away, though, so my connection is very spotty. Sometimes I can internet up a storm. Sometimes, I have to pray to a special oracle whilst holding my laptop to the third star on Orion's belt, meanwhile, my sister does a rain dance. All the while we have to tear our clothes and put ashes in our hair like in Jesus times. Needless to say, my connecction isn't that reliable. So, we have these people called Fibratel, who occasionally call and rattle off a bunch of spagnol, and all I can usually catch is a day of the week. So Jen and I stay in all that day and wait for them to show up. The first time they showed up, it was raining, which apparently limits their ability to go on the roof and give us our own connection. The second time they came, this morning, three guys hung around the place for an hour, left a wad of wires and cut ends of plastic all over the place and then muttered "problem" and left in a van. I hope that they eventually come back to give us our own, dedicated internet line. Until then, expect my posts here to be spotty and please don't expect pictures. Uploading a picture under these circumstances will take a week. Ok, I'm going to press POST and then walk backwards three times in a circle and recite the Magna Carta in Swahili.