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Huh. That was... Special. - Diary of a Necromancer
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Huh. That was... Special.
The Saga of the Phone Line appears, knock wood, to finally have been resolved, and the killer turns out to have been a party no one suspected: corrosion inside the jack in my lair office bedroom, the one I get the SWEET SWEET DSL HAPPYTIEMZ from. He was at just as much of a loss how it could have happened as I am -- it's not a location that would get wet, even given that we're sort of down a dampish hole in here, so Idunno. My only theory is that because the cat has to be kept shut out of this room when I'm not around to supervise (and sometimes when I am), the resultant temperature differential is causing condensation when I do open the door to the warmer air in the rest of the place. But we have proper incoming Phone again for the first time in, um... three months? Oh, well, maybe we'll have shaken off a couple of the Deadbeat-We-Don't-Even-Know's clueless creditors, anyway...

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ljgeoff From: ljgeoff Date: October 4th, 2011 10:10 pm (UTC) (permalink this entry)
As I was reading, I was thinking condensation, too. Yay for fixed phone lines!
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