Becoming a remote editor for a film production company presents several unique challenges for me.  Among them is that I have never worked as an editor.  So starting off doing it [i]remotely[/i] is kind of a kick.  It means a lot of emails.  A looooooot of emails.   To Vietnam.

That gets kind of tricky when [i]there is no internet in the entire fucking world[/i].  It would have been enough to have moved into my new place and found that the previous tenant had simply decided not to cancel his DSL service, thus leaving the house phone line tied up under the account of a man not currently residing in the same zip code.  No, the internet [i]itself[/i] has had to turn a cold shoulder to me.

MalcomOSX

That’s a photo of MalcolmOSX (my laptop; yes, that is an awesome pun, thanks) atop a table in an [i]internet cafe[/i] which has inexplicably lost its internet service.  I would have been more surprised had every single other public wifi network not suffered the same fate this week.  Clearly the fiber backbone itself is crumbling.

Me?  I blame those damned bit torrenters.  The result?  You get a whole bunch of backdated posts