16 JANUARY 2007. TUESDAY. 11:53PM.

HOLYCOW! It took me 3 frigg'in hours to get my new broadband modem connected. Who knew my geek smarts do not stretch that far and wide ... I have let my people down. I am still in post-connection shock that I had to call the helpdesk number to have a lengthy chat with a nice Indian lad whom I had much difficulty understanding. I know it sounds so stereotypical but I swear I was really nice and patient with my problem. Could I get one with a trained Aussie drawl? Are they all but urban myths? Of course, that didn't work either (faulty modem my ass) so I resorted to the next man in line for the job. I video-called my trusty IT Mister Fix It (who also second as my trusty "Oops I Locked My Keys In The Car Again" friend) and he fixed the problem with the use of our new phone technology. Finally I see some sense in video calling. Anyhoooo .... drama over, I have now jumped on to the super-speed technicolor highway and i don't why i have the sudden urge to type really fast. Inspired by the infamous line "Let them eat cake!" from my thursday movie last week, I baked a madeira cake from my recipe book, the only kind of cake I could make with what's left in the fridge. Not bad for my first try. It fed the boys at work and kept them happy ... until the sugar wore off.