Justin Bieber owes me breakfast

Justin Bieber is in Sydney this week. I know this because my normal route to and from work is heavily congested with unusual traffic. Yesterday, on the walk to the office, there were scores of journalists surrounding the Star Casino in Pyrmont. On the walk home, the reporters had been largely replaced with an entire school worth of young girls, still in their uniforms. This morning, some of the crowd had been replaced with burly security guards, all of whom insisted that it was impossible for me to take my normal shortcut through the star to get to my office on the other side.

OK – so it wasn’t a really big detour. Maybe 5 minutes out of my way, but it was a critical five minutes. Those few minutes meant the difference between breakfast, and not-breakfast in my canteen. I managed to make it there just as the last of the spread was cleared away. Justin Bieber — you owe me some toast!!

During my hunger glazed morning, I flipped through some of the articles of his arrival in Sydney. I guess he’s here for a concert last night, but offered some additional fan related activities during the day. He performed an outdoor concert this morning at a major transit point, and spoke to the crowd about how they “have been following me all week trying to get a picture of my car and at the hotel. You are great fans.”

And what is the difference between a stalker and a fan, really? Apparently not that big. Some of the fans offered gems of quotes like: “I just love him so much I want his babies,” and “I’ve been chasing him everywhere this week.”

A step closer to Internet

So just before Christmas I made a comment about my internet working. As it turns out, the internet, and thus my post, was full of lies.

The box blinked happily on the evening of the 24th, but went dark on Christmas morning. Unfortunately this means that we were without reasonable internet for the Holidays. Which means we were also without phone, skype, ichat, facebook, etc.

There’s a coffee shop across the street that we’ve been stealing internet from, but it’s unreliable at best.

On Tuesday, I was grumbling to a co-worker that my internet was hosed, and she kindly offered to call tech support for me. The ordeal lasted nearly three quarters of an hour and involved much yelling, jumping and waving of arms. I’m glad she’s so animated (Probably a result of being Italian, or just living with Parisians) as it let me vent vicariously. I still don’t know what she was yelling, but I’m sure it echoed my frustrations.

Anyhow, we just had a technician from Free come by and he thinks that my line is good, but the box is toast. He’ll be sending someone else by on Monday with a new box that should work by Tuesday.

So, if it does work on January 6th, that will be 19 days of internet-lessness where I’ve still been paying. I don’t think I have much of a chance of a refund, but maybe it’s worth writing a letter. I think that > 50% of the month being dead is worth asking about. The sad part is that this timeline seems about par for the course here.