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Greetings from Planet Springfield, boys and girls. To paraphrase Freddy Krueger, "every state has a Springfield!"

I managed to bum free internet access last night from some clueless dude with a wireless network somewhere near my apartment; my dad, the network engineer, had half a mind to access their router and fuck with it just because they're so stupid and careless. However, the appointment with ComCast had already been made so we decided to go legit. My network, by the by, is secure, although of course if the complex is full of nothing but suckers and old people, there won't really be anybody to appreciate that I'm neither.

So now I'm officially back online, and now stuck (more happily) in a new limbo. I won't officially be a working man until September 1st, so from now until two weeks after that I'll be cringing a bit with every check I write. Bear with me, there might be a few repetitive posts having to do with that particular backup of stomach acid and bile.

I'm just chilling and playing video games until the denial barrier breaks and I genuinely freak out about being on my own. Stay tuned, it's bound to be amusing.