[Perfectly symmetrical violence won’t solve anything]

We have internet now. And lots of ghetto cords connecting the cable modem to a far wall. Why is it that apartment architects have massive brain farts when plotting cable outlets, placing them in the most inconvenient places possible? I can see them brainstorming in their grey little offices: “You know, if we put the cable outlet inside the fireplace, everyone wins.”

Yesterday was my first day at work. It went really well. Everyone is really nice and helpful, and the system we use looks to be legions better than Harris, and as easy to understand as Quark. I have my own computer and desk area, as well as a phone, a three-drawer filing cabinet, and half a shelf. I laid out half a sports page, and was able to find my way around the editing/design programs well enough to not crash the whole system. The programs seem fairly intuitive.

The maintenance people finally came and fixed our heat … I think. Now, hopefully, we won’t have to bundle up just to come downstairs.