Day 6, still no weber-nets. 
                                                                                                                                                 I have had resorted to hunting and gathering news and other current event info from face to face social interactions.  I feel so dirty.  No longer do I have precognitive like knowledge, but I actually need to open my netflix envelopes to determine their contents.  No longer do I have the option of not checking those half dozen email addresses that I brag about ignoring.  I just snail mailed in my rent payment...with actual stamps.  Soon I will begin chiseling these messages on stone tablets.  How did people live like this?  I not only fear the Raptor like noises outside, but also that my TF2 server rank is slowly slipping.  The lack of new pron has forced me into the arms of not just an actual women, but the one I'm suppose to marry (in 89 days, 7 hours, and 23 Min (not that I'm counting)).
                                                                                                                                                If this message encapsulated in a virtual bottle reaches anyone, please PLEASE tell Sully I need a line tech stat.

DAMN YOU COMCAST 

Day 6.5

While acting busy at work  I borrowed some of the professors coconuts and stole McGiver's paper clip. 
I believe I have fashioned a sufficient transceiver for text based applications.      However to give you an idea of the extreme latency, I posted this yesterday.

I am frightened!!!!!