Hmmm....where to begin....oh, I know.
Dear Comcast,
I find it very frustrating when nearly every day and evening, sometimes two or three times a day, my internet goes away. The little cable box that sits under my desk blinks with a calm little pattern that lets me know, I''m not connected. Sometimes, it''s right in the middle of reports I''m doing online for the government, since I am a government employee. And then, I have to start all over. This has been going on for months.But yet, let me get a little behind in my bill and I start getting the phone calls...PAY US!! Granted, not that rude, but I am offended that you expect immediate payment for lousy service. I know you know it's happening. And I guess, as long as I wasn't complaining, it was all ok.Well, guess what...you aren't the only game in town. Either fix the problem, and compensate me for my aggravation and lost reports, or you will lose my business.
And their response:
After reviewing your e-mail and your account, I see that there is not currently an outage in your area causing your connection issues. Sometimes it is necessary to completely shut down your cable modem connection when something isn't functioning properly. This is similar torebooting your computer. For best results, the modem should be connecteddirectly to the wall power outlet and not to a powerstrip. You'll also want to make sure that there are no splitters or filters on the cable line between your cable modem and the wall cable outlet.If the cable modem is spontaneously re-booting and there is no evidence of signal-related problems, check the electrical conditions near to the cable modem. Possible causes of causes of spontaneous re-booting are wiring to the cable modem is faulty or intermittent; spikes arising from other major users of electricity like vacuum cleaners, power tools, heating thermostats, and refrigerator thermostats; electromagnetic interference from mobile phones or local radio transmitters; or the cable modem itself is faulty.
Why yes....I always use my band saw and refrigerator in the computer room. *snort*
Not one of the issues that are listed is occurring in my home when the power goes out.
Ironically, I haven't lost a connection since emailing them, even though they deny anything wrong on their end.
Veddy interesting......
(Sheesh, I'm beginning to sound like a conspiracy theorist)
Friday, September 21, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Driving home tonight...
I came across a beautiful husky puppy lying in the middle of the road.
Pulled off to the side of the road is an old woman just crying her eyes out. I stop my truck, put on my hazard lights and jump out. At first I thought she was the one that had hit the puppy...but as she stood there crying, begging me to check to see if the puppy was ok, she told me that she found the dog, and was waiting for the police to show up. She had spent the last fifteen minutes trying to direct traffic around the dog, so no one else would hit it. She said she wished that she had a blanket to keep the puppy warm until the cops showed up, but it was clear that the puppy was already dead. I went to the back of my truck, got out a blanket and then picked the puppy up, put her on the blanket, and then carried her to the side of the road. She was such a beautiful puppy. Her neck appeared to be broken and I tried to reassure the old woman that she hadn't suffered.
I checked her pink and brown plaid collar for tags, but there weren't any. She was probably about six months old. The woman asked me again if the puppy was alright, and didn't want her to get cold. I thought I was going to start crying right there....she just didn't want to believe that the puppy was dead. She was so sad, and so angry that whomever hit the dog, just drove away and didn't stop to see if the dog was alright. She asked me what she should do if the police didn't come. I told her to go home. And when she asked me if she should take the dog home and bury her, I told her no...if someone really loved the puppy, they would come looking for her, and wouldn't find her if the old woman took the puppy home.
Two rants....To the fucking asshole that hit the dog and then didn't even have the decency to stop or at least, stop and pull the dog out of the middle of the road~You are scum...and Karma is a bitch...and she will get you. To the asshole owners who can't be bothered to spend four dollars and ninety-five fucking cents to purchase an identification tag out of the damned machine at Petco, or keep your dog in your fucking yard~You don't deserve a dog....your job is to keep your pet safe....you failed.
And hey, don't worry, I'm sure the blood will come out of my shirt in the wash.
Pulled off to the side of the road is an old woman just crying her eyes out. I stop my truck, put on my hazard lights and jump out. At first I thought she was the one that had hit the puppy...but as she stood there crying, begging me to check to see if the puppy was ok, she told me that she found the dog, and was waiting for the police to show up. She had spent the last fifteen minutes trying to direct traffic around the dog, so no one else would hit it. She said she wished that she had a blanket to keep the puppy warm until the cops showed up, but it was clear that the puppy was already dead. I went to the back of my truck, got out a blanket and then picked the puppy up, put her on the blanket, and then carried her to the side of the road. She was such a beautiful puppy. Her neck appeared to be broken and I tried to reassure the old woman that she hadn't suffered.
I checked her pink and brown plaid collar for tags, but there weren't any. She was probably about six months old. The woman asked me again if the puppy was alright, and didn't want her to get cold. I thought I was going to start crying right there....she just didn't want to believe that the puppy was dead. She was so sad, and so angry that whomever hit the dog, just drove away and didn't stop to see if the dog was alright. She asked me what she should do if the police didn't come. I told her to go home. And when she asked me if she should take the dog home and bury her, I told her no...if someone really loved the puppy, they would come looking for her, and wouldn't find her if the old woman took the puppy home.
Two rants....To the fucking asshole that hit the dog and then didn't even have the decency to stop or at least, stop and pull the dog out of the middle of the road~You are scum...and Karma is a bitch...and she will get you. To the asshole owners who can't be bothered to spend four dollars and ninety-five fucking cents to purchase an identification tag out of the damned machine at Petco, or keep your dog in your fucking yard~You don't deserve a dog....your job is to keep your pet safe....you failed.
And hey, don't worry, I'm sure the blood will come out of my shirt in the wash.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Dear Neighbor,
(First in a series)
I just wanted to take the opportunity to thank you. For what, you say? Well, for your cats. I love the way that your two very old, snaggle-toothed babies come over to my yard to play with my dogs.
It's always refreshing at three in the morning to have my 100 pound dog jump straight up from the end of the bed to bark hello at your babies. It's so cute to listen to her tear through the house from the bedroom window to the front windows to continue the greetings, as your cat sits on the sidewalk in front of my house cleaning his ass.
And don't mind the mini-blinds. It's way easier to just replace them every month than to clean them.
I'm also honored to be the neighbor that runs out to the street every time your alzheimer'd cat decides to nap in the middle of the street. It's so cute how his ratty fur gets all over me while I'm carrying him back to your porch. Trust me, the dogs LOVE the smell I bring back with me.
Sincerely,
Your neighbor
p.s. I also want to that you for the free fertilizer your cats bring over to the flower beds every day. That cat shit certainly perks those flowers up!
I just wanted to take the opportunity to thank you. For what, you say? Well, for your cats. I love the way that your two very old, snaggle-toothed babies come over to my yard to play with my dogs.
It's always refreshing at three in the morning to have my 100 pound dog jump straight up from the end of the bed to bark hello at your babies. It's so cute to listen to her tear through the house from the bedroom window to the front windows to continue the greetings, as your cat sits on the sidewalk in front of my house cleaning his ass.
And don't mind the mini-blinds. It's way easier to just replace them every month than to clean them.
I'm also honored to be the neighbor that runs out to the street every time your alzheimer'd cat decides to nap in the middle of the street. It's so cute how his ratty fur gets all over me while I'm carrying him back to your porch. Trust me, the dogs LOVE the smell I bring back with me.
Sincerely,
Your neighbor
p.s. I also want to that you for the free fertilizer your cats bring over to the flower beds every day. That cat shit certainly perks those flowers up!
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