Postcards From the Edge *
(* Or Beyond. Hey. Sudbury, for chrissakes...)Day Five:: Sneak into a rehab counsellor's office this morning and log on, real quick and stealthy, to webcast yet another urgent plea for chocolate. (Where the hell is it? Startin' to get desperate around here. There's a murder of pizza-addicted crows, busted for brawling behind a dumpster in Sarnia and sent here for court-ordered treatment. They're getting really ugly in group. And that damn horse in the corner. Nobody seems to know why he's here. He just keeps staring at me.... won't say anything. Just stares. Creepy. I digress.)
Anyway, imagine my shock when I find out out that damage to a single submarine carrier cable under the Mediterranean has crapped out two thirds of the Interwebby goodness normally available in the Middle East and India. Apparently vital commerce on at least two continents has ground to a crawl. Imagine the chaos for them: no LOLCats! No Onion! No Facebook! For us? No access to highly outsourced call centres! The humanity!
More important than any of this, though, is the still-unknown fate of the New Delhi, Ahmedabad, and Dubai chapters of the Coyote Fan Club. My every thought is with you in this time of tribulation and sorrow, even if the net ain't... and, like, send chocolate if you get this...
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