I ordered DSL through Speakeasy on the 6th or so, and the DSL modem and self-installation kit showed up on Wednesday. That made it eight days, start to finish, amazing compared to the month-long waiting period the last time around. And the hardest part about the installation this time was deciding where to put the somewhat noisy server machine. Certainly no need to schedule a technician to check the phone box and install a splitter. I now have these ugly filter devices hanging off my phone lines, but that seems like a small price to pay.
So I can now happily resume the compulsive checking of my referer logs, as levork.org and the other couple of domains I own have all been moved to the guest bedroom. The wiring situation being what it is in this house, I didn’t have much choice about this. For example, there’s already Cat5 cable connecting the master bedroom on the top floor and the “music room” in the basement – but no three prong outlets down there.
One of those domains I “own” is dorritta.org. I bought that for my sister a couple of Christmases ago; not one of my more inspired gift ideas, but she’s hard to shop for. Today I finally did something useful with the domain: I set up Movable Type in the hopes she’ll do something with it. Blogs are cool; blogs by people who are actually English doctorate students should be much cooler. Or at the very least more grammatically correct.
Yes, Dorritta is her first name. That’s two Rs and two Ts. Not many people have her name spelled this way, so I was able to easily get the domains. I’m not even sure it’s her legal name though – you’ll have to ask her why she believes her name is misspelled on her birth certificate. The point is somewhat moot since all of us call her Mimi (her middle name), or “Mi” for short – where “Mi” describes the low-pitched, rumbling, cow-like noise made by my mom when she’s angrily asking after her second daughter. (Ask me for a passable imitation.) Noone seems to know how Dad picked her name. We all have weird names, but at least Rosalind is a Shakespeare character, and I was apparently named after the guitar player. This lends credence to the adoption theory. Bring that up and she’ll get annoyed; ask her about her proper Chinese name and she’ll get angry. (And I’m indirectly involved in that one, which is surprising if you consider I wasn’t even born yet, although I guess that was pretty much the point.) And hopefully this slanderous paragraph gives her something to discuss (or perhaps angrily rebut) on her web page.
