Cut off...can't breathe...

Yeah, so I didn't participate in Self-Portrait Day yesterday. The theme this week was "O" Face, and I'm sorry, but I save that particular look for frightening my husband and the occasional door-to-door missionary. But not Girl Scouts, 'cause I really do want some of those Thin Mints.

Of course, I might've worked up the shamelessness to do the picture anyway, but it wouldn't have mattered, not one little tiny fuckin' bit, because my Internet connection went from crappy to nonexistent about an hour after I got home yesterday. No bloggin', no Flickr, no commentin', no actual work that I need to do that requires me to be online. But, on a bright note, my Vonage service works. So at least I have my phone to reach out and touch someone (now, don't be squealin', you didn't specifically say I couldn't touch you there).

The connection problems stem from a new wireless router I bought this week, specifically for the purpose of repairing my telephone connection. I think I have it tracked down to DNS problems, but it's so flaky it's hard to say for sure. If I don't get it fixed this weekend, I might just have to sneak up to my office to do some work and to come here and spout at y'all.

On a happier note, I'll be in Baltimore next week for a conference, and my hotel room has a high-speed wireless connection, so I will be away from home, but not from the Cotillion. Now if I can just stay clear of all those full-length mirrors when I'm naked, it'll be sweet.