A Short Explanation on my Non-Presence, and Personal Messages to Some!

Which is weird, because I’m here now.

But the thing is this: after I got back from holiday last Thursday, my phone worked fine and my ISDN line worked fine too. Next day, the phone acts weird, but the ISDN line works. That evening, the phone is dead, and the next morning, the ISDN is gone too.

Saturday morning, I call KPN (the Dutch phone service, locally known as “those dirty rotten bastards”). With my mobile, of course (which luckily ISN’T a KPN phone!). After 4 high toll numbers, the rocket scientists have come to the conclusion that there is “some sort of malfunction on my lines, but not at my place, no, in the Central Station”.

Requires a technician. Who will do this. TUESDAY.

Yes, three days without a phone and without home internet. What can they do for me? Divert all calls to my mobile. With a girlfriend in London, I can’t wait to see my mobile bill (I have to pay for incoming international calls)… but I’m gonna make THEM pay it, of course :smiley:

So that’s why I’ve been offline over the weekend. I haven’t been avoiding you :wink:

Yojimbo, I got your mail in good order. I’ve booked the ticket for DubDope! No turning back now, you’re all gonna meet Clog Boy :stuck_out_tongue:

GlobeMoosieTrotterGirl, I wanted to kick your ass a bit more with Gin, but I couldn’t.

Shayna, I haven’t seen you yet. How are ya, babe?

I hope this removes all rumours about my:
a) Kidnapping;
b) Suicide;
c) Becoming a Tibetian Monk :wink:

TUESDAY? you mean we only have one day left of plotting your downfall??

Ah, hell, Cloggy, take your time… I’m kinda enjoying the silence :smiley:

Nice one :smiley:

We have plenty of time to iron out the details .

Don’t take any crap from “those dirty rotten bastards” :mad:

You know, ColdClogs, a real friend would have hopped over to a cybercafe instead of keeping his friends in the lurch. :wink:

Hey, I had two days of no internet, and i t was rough. I tried to load some software that crashed by f***ng Compag that crashed totally, had to erase everything and strat from scratch. I don’t remember all my bookmarks, some I have at work, like Opal’s board.

I mean 2 HOURS of no internet, I’m not that incompetent at reloading.

A Tibetian Monk? Not bloody likely hon. Glad to know you are okay tho!

Glad to know you are ok cloggy. Welcome home again!

Whew! Thanks for the update, Jasper! Such silence from you was positively eerie.

Tibetan monk?! Oh, please. I’d just worried about delayed international crises between Holland and Mexico. Somehow it seemed more likely that you were cringing inside your embassy while outraged mobs of pro-Mexican sympathizers waved torches and yowled for your blood.

Veb

you’re here??? NOW?!?!

oh shit…then who’s the guy I kidnapped and am holding hostage in the basement???

I thought he was reacting strangely to the Rush and the Tea Party I have playing…

damn, he said his name was coldfire, and he had the accent…dammit, dammit…dammit.

Great, wrong guy…now I have to go kill him.

Accent? I don’t have an accent. It’s you Yankees that talk funny :wink:

Anyway, fear no more. My phone lines have been repaired so I can be with you 24/7 again! Are you happy now?

Well, I had my money riding on your becoming a suicidal Tibetan Monk kidnapped by a vicious Hell’s Angels faction. My bad.

Mullinator, that will be $10 dollars.

And, on another note, we spend a multitude of time bumping Coldy’s threads while he is on vacation and we get no personal message? Heck, some Mexican sand would have been cool, but nooooooo! Apparently he’s too good for us now. See if I ever bump one of his threads again.

c’mon, I used Rush and Tea Party in the same sentence…it must be obvious…

I am Canadian…

this may not bode well for your immigration interview…you DID want honorary citizenship…did you not??..hhmmmmm…I may have to give my contacts a phone call…

ummm…I’ll let it go this time, but please be careful in future…

sheesh…can’t even get a decent kidnapping to work these days…

::muttering about yankee accents under her breath::

Dylan,

Sorry about that, eh. I’ll never call you names again :wink: