Hell, it's about time.

So, the internet is back, for parts of the house at least, and I am happy to say that I am included in those parts, obviously.

What it looks like is this: We have a new modem now BUT, for some odd reason we already have a wireless modem, which is hooked up to ANOTHER modem, which is the one that broke. So to say it in the words of the Rogers repair guy: "You took your network, and you stuck it into another network, and the result is that you got two networks, none of which are working right. That aint right." But since the security keys for the new modem are held by Campus-Coop, who were of course closed for Thanksgiving, we have to tunnel to the Internet via the old modem, which uses the new modem as both a crutch to reach the internet, and a very effective downstream brake. Seriously, I can't be bothered to try and fix that now. /nerdtalk

Other than that, Thanksgiving weekend was BORING. Everyone went back home, except for me and English girl from Scotland and Scottish girl from England, who apparently had her mother visit her. I have seen nobody all weekend, so yeah, the test for staying home alone went through and I can say that having the house to myself is more than just boring, it's a chore. Speaking of chores, nobody did theirs this week, so the house looks like a warzone in places, mostly the bathrooms. But the fire alarm went off twice in the last hour, which tells me that at least Megan is home again, and cooking.

My suspicions on another thing were confirmed: There ARE two cats at the house. Franco, the dude living on my floor, borrowed his mom's cat because he has a mouse problem in his room. So do the two teenagers from across the hall, and Rebecca across from me as well...I have no mice. I searched the room up and down and there is no sign or trail. This worries me. Why are the mice avoiding my room, out of all rooms? Better get a chem-sniffer. /conspiracy

Finally, the weather is looking good these days in Toronto, one perfect cloudless day after the other, with the Indian summer in full swing outside. Which leaves me with a weird sensory disparity. It looks like autuum out there, it smells like autuum out there (rotting leaves and wet mulch never smelled so good, I tell you) but it just doesn't feel like it. I mean, I have my window open 24/7 because the comrades at soviet Coop turned on the central heating stroke midnight on October 3rd, as commanded by the five year plan of Comrade Campus, but even at night it's barely necessary to put on a sweater right now. Nice, I gotta say.

So nice, in fact, that I went for a walk on Friday, down to Danford Square, which is the heart of downtown, to sort out my mobile phone contract. From there, I thought, hey, might as well walk down to the lake. Went down there, cursed myself for not bringing my camera, went for a two hour walk, and then back. All in all a four hour journey with some breaks for lunch (roast beef sandwhiches by the lake, jewish Delikatessen chain stores ftw) and cigarettes. Back home, asked where I'd been all day, my story was met with amazement, and the fact that I willingly walk even if the journey is more than 4 city blocks has earned me the title of most outdoorsy person in the house. Canadian Murica, fuck yeah.