MemeMachineGo!

=v= I've got no phone line, no cable. Anything involving wires in New York City takes forever to work out. (Perhaps I should mention at this juncture that I've relocated again. New and improved MemeMachineGo, now with added bicoastal flavor!)

A friend of mine has no modem. During the blackout, her laptop did okay, but her modem was fried. Perhaps there was a surge in the phone line? Nobody knows, nobody wants to honor any warranties to fix it.

We are Modemless Brooklyn.

Modemless Brooklyn has a few options. We could head over to an overpriced Internet café, not far from where Gerald Minna muttered the words "motherless Brooklyn," and try to blog while the loudmothed proprietor and his buddies call each other "bitch" while playing violent videogames in the next room; or I could take my laptop over to her house, when our infamously-busy New York schedules permit. Mostly, though, we sneak time at work, hoping nobody's looking over our shoulders.