Wire! Wire!

Yesterday, my Mom dropped by, and noticed that a storm had knocked down a bunch of wires. I didn’t even know. She said I had a bunch of black wires draped over my fence, hanging down in front of my porch, and some had fallen across the street. I told her that most people don’t know what I mean, when I say that for a blind person anything can become an adventure. I called Verizon, since we deduced that they didn’t have power running through them, but I still had all my services. After battling with their Luciferic automation system, I finally got a human to send someone out here. They said he would either come yesterday (Friday) or Monday. Whatever.

We walked over to Borough Hall in our cute town. They recommended we either tell the fire department, or call Peco, which we decided to do. While there, we stopped by the public library, which I had never visited. It seemed so quaint to me – when people needed to look something up or get information, they used to go to the library, and talk to a human. Mom wanted to get a book, and I asked about their other media, such as cd’s and dvd’s The woman there even knew one of our cats, which had long ago wandered onto the college campus and made it his home. I asked about the Beatles cd’s, and sure enough, they will get them. I may have to borrow them to um listen to…all seventeen in three days? We left feeling glad we lived in a small town.

Later in the day, Peco came by. “They’re phonelines.” the guy said, and abruptly left. “Good thing I called Verizon.”

Now today, Saturday, the Verizon guy called, and just came by. He said the wires belonged to my old phone service, so fortunately dead wires had fallen. My FiOS wires resided higher up, so didn’t get knocked down. I felt nervous about only having FiOS since they require a battery, making them unsuitable for long-term emergencies which almost happened after the Big Boom! I guess it balances out. I write this on my netbook with little sleep and little power remaining, but hopefully we got that little problem taken care of. Always an adventure!

Cuz I’m a Wire! A Wire! I’ll tear your service out, I’ll burn your ground! I’ll make you report me, I’ll make you report me, cuz I’lma wire a wire! A wire! A wire!

Speaking of liars, how about Joe Wilson calling Obama a liar during his health care speech? True, he should have probably picked a more appropriate way to express himself, but on the flip side, plenty of democrats yelled at Bush in turn, and I didn’t hear any of them complaining then. It goes both ways, sort of like Verizon. Obama really does remind me of the Henry Rollins song referenced above, however – the smooth-talking guy who suckers a girl, then lies to her and hurts her, promises her that he will never lie again and never hurt her again, then… HA HA HA HA HA! HA HA HA HA HA! SUCKER! SUCKER! I am a liar! A liar! I like it! I feel good! Yes, we can!