The great internet dry spell of aught-eight continues in the Quebecker household. It’s not that I’m that upset by the absence of the internets; on the contrary, it’s been oddly relaxing. The few times it has been missed were mostly inconsequential, for example, wanting to look up a recipe or GTA cheat codes. I think that’s why I haven’t noticed it much- GTA San Andreas has stepped up to fill in the lonely hours I would have spent surfing.
Yesterday, the 15th of January, I got another bill from Charter, after the Charter Representative explicitly told me I’d not have to pay any further charges. As it turns out, rather than deal with the muss/fuss of asking me to return my leased modem, they’d rather just charge me for not returning it and hope I wouldn’t notice. I stabbed Charter’s number into the telephone keypad, and explained (while trying to mask my contempt) to the Charter rep that I hadn’t been contacted about returning the modem and that I wasn’t going to pay them a single penny. They responded that it was just a misunderstanding (that should be their corporate motto!) and they would send a serviceman on Friday between 9-5. I didn’t bother to ask if they knew what time, because they never do.
Meanwhile, I’m nearly done with Perfume: The story of a Murderer. I’d first seen the movie in Germany, and decided I should follow up by reading the novel. I won’t give away any spoilers, but the book does make you think about the nature of scent, and what scent you emit. I can vaguely recall the scent of Ape’s apartment, and she likewise remembers the scent of my bachelor-abode. Are our scents now combined into a melange? Or do they just tolerate each other, like Ape & I?