September 18th, 2004


More ISP retardation

I hate my ISP with a passion that burns fiercely. Fuckers have no idea what the problem was. Can't call them back as their tech support (such as it is) is 8am-midnight. These worthless wastes of the fucking genome are too busy sticking their dicks in domestic animals to sort out the very basic fucking fact that I cannot get on the fucking internet when I have good reason to do so.

I want a firebomb. No. One isn't enough. I want at least ten firebombs, because then these shiteyed monopolistic fuckpigs will fucking pay.

In the meantime I am going to be curled up in a corner with a book, wishing to anything holy that I were really online, talking to people.

I hate the fucking pathetic waste of a fucking world. Burn, fucker.

More problems

Calmer now, after sleeping off the seven pints that lead to last night's swearfest. But I'm still not happy.

The local ISP is tied to the local telco. They have a monopoly because they own the wires: you can have any dialup you want if you don't mind paying extortionate prices for the calls. The problem is that this monopoly are at best lazy, worthless pigfuckers and at worst dangerously incompetent.

Case in point, their tech support. After going through the motions of sitting in a queue and dealing with the tech support people who had no clue as to how to solve the problem, I find out that this monopoly has recently reconfigured their side of things and fucked me and plenty of others. Their engineers are finally getting around to looking at it, but they have no idea how long it will take to be fixed.

Short form: I could be left with just the Treo as my internet access until $DEITY knows when. I could easily lose an entire week because of these bastards.

This is why monopolies are bad.