No clever headline needed: AT&T sucks

Late last week, I started experiencing some connection difficulties through my AT&T U-verse internet package, something the rep at the time assured me would be easy to fix. We scheduled an appointment for sometime between 4 and 8 p.m. Monday, Oct. 27, with a promise to call about an hour before arriving to allow me to get home for the technician.

I should have known things wouldn’t end well when the tech, Nathan, called at 1:30 p.m. to say he’s on his way.

As I explained that he was quite premature in our scheduled time, he said the problem likely existed in a cable outside so it’s doubtful he’d even need to access my house. Sounds great, I told him. Check it out, and call me with any questions.

Around 3, he left a message saying the problem was fixed in the cable and that he’d leave a note in my mailbox.

At the time, I was willing to overlook that federal offense, seeing how I didn’t have to be home between the broad hours of 4-8. By the time I got home, though, it was clear that wasn’t the only personal space that had been invaded.

Buyer beware: Online dating is full of big fat liars

Go ahead: call me shallow.

That’s fine. I really don’t mind. I’m comfortable enough with who I am to admit that I am, to a degree, shallow. We all are. Most people just don’t admit it. Sure, we like to believe that personality counts for everything, but let’s face the truth here: personality counts most in the long run, but for that initial, immediate attraction, physicality plays an important role.

That’s not shallow. That’s just life.

Yes, Mother, computers ARE scary

About two weeks ago, I received an odd notice from my mom: “I’m going to join Facebook.”

My mom is 62 years old, knows little to nothing about computers or social networking and has scant business being on Facebook. Most of my concern, though, is that she’d end up being the only person to post on my Wall, which is really kind of sweet but really more embarrassing.