Gee willickers, it’s just not going away. I thought I had my internet connection fixed on Tuesday, then I thought I had it fixed on Wednesday, and now it’s back to square one. There might be a 1978 Hollywood Century piece tonight, there might not. There might be a Love Is Strange review, there probably won’t. There most certainly shall be some angry drinking done in the Brayton household, but of course that’s not useful to any of you. After two and a half glorious years without so much as a lazy afternoon with no internet, Comcast has apparently decided that I’ve gotten complacent, and I am currently without any connection at all. As much as it’s in my power to grab time at public wi-fi hotspots and write things that way, I shall do so, but I hope you won’t all leave me if I don’t have anything new in this space till sometime late on Wednesday.