The only man in America without a TV

I finally have the internet at home. Thank god (well, Comcast and the fat cheque I'm going to have to send them every month*). I also have a telephone, which is useful as my mobile doesn't seem to get reception here... And I can't get a contract with another provider until my Social Security number comes through.

Which has been a nightmare, and shown up the utter incompetence of the witless bureaucracy here. I've waited over 7 weeks for something that should have taken 4 (at most), all because they needed proof of my wife's US citizenship. I'm finding it very difficult to obtain that. Once the cretins realised their error, they kindly threw a piece of paper at me and told me I'd have the number within two weeks. No apology. No explanation. Bastards.

Of course, I had to go to Trenton (right-most image, BTW). By bus. Because my car is unregistered. Because I don't have a social security number. Bastards. A bus which was only 40 minutes late, but had the saving grace of being (i) air conditioned and (ii) mostly empty. Trenton appears to be nice big government buildings interspersed with boarded up terraces. Which is nice. I probably won't be hurrying back.

So anyway, I have the internet, I have a phone, and I have a cable box. At some point in the next week or so, my TV should turn up. I'm looking forward to watching some sport in HD. Or I will, once the crappy sports season ends and something good begins. In the meantime, I'll have to use iPlayer, the equivalents over here, and cycle to the cinema. Oh well...

*Figuratively. Obviously, I'll be able to pay using the interwebs.