It's not personal

General letter to any and all who may try to contact me-

Apologies if I don't respond so quickly in the near future- my Internet connection at home seems to be dying, and I'm not yet entirely sure what the problem is, but it seems to lie somewhere within the evil triumvirate of computer, ethernet card, and modem, ruling out the quick solution of a bitchy call to SBC or ATT or whatever the hell it is now that's supposed to make our world a better place by making it easier for reindeer herders in Lapland to download "Ass Like That" to their cell phones. So, until I figure that out, my contact with the world may be sporadic, and I'll be forced to waste valuable work time, reducing productive man-hours and endangering our fragile economy, in order to conduct my already feeble online correspondence.

Thank you. Carry on.