My InterWeb is down at home. I’m pretty sure it’s the cable modem (an RCA DCM245, what a piece of junk) because it just cycles through its startup sequence over and over again. It never establishes a connection.
I’m posting this from a sidewalk outside the Ugly Mug coffee shop in Sellwood at 1:49 AM Saturday. Cars driving by keep giving me funny looks. I half-expect a policeman to show up and ask me what I’m doing.
But, dammit, I need my ‘Net access.
30 hours to go until the Run Hit Wonder. Whoo! I got my shirt and timing chip (not the same as the chip that Nike implants into their employees) yesterday on my lunch break.