Oh the horror!

One forgets. So quickly one forgets the gnawing, ichor-dripping, Lovecraftian horror that is dial-up on the internet. Ah, but hope gleams brightly. After nearly 24 hours of no DSL, no sooner had I dredged up the phone-line splitter, the extra long cord, and the dial-up utility -- no sooner had I suffered through the downloading of a hundred e-mails at near-manuscript speed -- than Earthlink relented and released the DSL from its prison.

The Three Things Meme

It's only fun if I can come up with three really oddball things -- and no fair coming up with things that involve Medieval Welsh.

Rules: Post 3 things you've done that you believe nobody else on your F-list has done.
Indulge in remorse if someone calls you out on a listed item.

1. I had the cops called on me for participating in a dog-fight ... as one of the dogs. (There is someone who could call me out on this one, but I don't believe she's on LJ, and I know she isn't on my F-list.)

2. I turned in a homework assignment written on a clay tablet in cuneiform. (It was an assignment for Hittite, so it wasn't an entirely random act.)

3. I made a bobbin-lace doily from linen thread that started out as flax seeds in my garden.

nah, not oddball enough; let's try again

3.1 I smuggled an ice-chest full of pelican skulls into the U.S. from Mexico with the collusion of a border guard.