Enter the News, followed by the Internet and Ms. Sioux

The move is accomplished! We met with the off-site apartment manager last night and did our walk-through, signed away our lease, and whatnot.

News-in-brief:

• A super colossal Thank-you-very-much-I-love-you-more-than-gin-or-Guinness-or-Whiskey-and-Soda to Theresa, Chris, and Jess for their much needed (and greatly appreciated) help with the move. As promised, let's go have a Mouthgasm at Via Tribunali.
• The intarweb is currently inoperative at Chez Nous. I'm suffering from the DTs because I can't come home and play on the web. Since the company who provides the intarweb to us doesn't have Customer Disservice on the week-ends, we had to wait until Monday after Peter got off work to call them. In theory, I should have the intarweb this evening when I get home.
• My telephone numbers (both home and mobile) have remained the same.

The ever lovely Patrick, knowing my passion for the Great Goddess Herself - Siouxsie Sioux - has sent me the following video with the emphatic instructions to hang onto my wig and keys. I thus present unto you, my loyal readers (all two of you), Siouxsie's new release - Into A Swan, I suggest you hold onto your wigs and keys.

Siouxsie -Into A Swan

More and various animal cries

AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

*stops for breath*

I hate packing. It is one of the most odious, tiresome, irksome, aggravating, and generally wearisome projects in the world.

I hate disassembling my house. I've lived here for two years and I've inordinate amounts of tchotzkes, oojahs, doo-dads, old clothes I'll never fit my fat ass into again, CDs I'd sooner sharpen and cut my wrists with before listening to ever again, and I'm feeling overwhelmed with this packing of stuff. And I need to meet the landlady person this afternoon, meet the cable install tech person, and finish tearing up the roots I put down during the last years.

Thankfully, my friend Theresa is coming round shortly to help and to keep me company so I don't go completely mad.

[sigh]

AIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! [gives vent to more animal cries and goes back to work]

Enter Millennium Digital Media

Right, I've just about lost my patience with these fucktards at Millennium. So far I've spent twenty-five minutes on hold. I've yet to speak to a live induhvidual. I've tried using their LiveHelp chat thingmajig and the person working there is clearly an imbecile.

I have never had such a terrible customer service experience. EVER!

FINALLY! 31 minutes into being on hold, someone in Michigan answered the phone.

{grumble, grumble, grouse}

The good news:

Intarwebs installed at the flat on Friday between 12-5p. Yay!
Only $29.95 per month for a year (before taxes, fees, and surcharges).

{insert various animal cries here}

As I mentioned in a previous post, I'm going to have to switch my ISP... again.

Currently, I'm with Comcast with which I'm happy. For whatever reason, when I move all twenty blocks down the street to my new flat, I'm unable to get Comcast service and must switch back to either Qwest DSL (bleh) or subscribe to Millennium Digital Media for my Intarweb service. This irks me. I just went through the song-and-dance of changing my email address on every fucking bill or other service I use online.

Also, Chris was going to give me the number for the tech to come out and set up the Intarwebs for me. Unfortunately, the flyers in his condo building have vanished into the Ewigkeit. [sigh]

Go fucking figure.

Since I want to have my 'net connection set up when I move in on Saturday (how much of a 'net junkie am I?), I tried calling the fucktards at Millennium today from work and sat on hold with them for about forty-five minutes listening to their Automaton woman telling me that someone would be with me shortly. Lies, all lies. -_-

As I had far better things to do than sit at home and listen to Cyberella lying to me (not to mention their shitty fucking hold music) - namely working, I decided I'd call when I got home as I anticipated they'd have standard fucking business hours. But no! They're only available from 7.30a to 7p.

Why is it that I already don't care for these people very much?

At any rate, I'm going to try them again tomorrow when I get in to work. I hope that when I finally DO talk to a customer disservice weasel there that I'll be able to schedule the appointment when I want it.

If you hear shrieks of rage, you'll know why.

You know what they say, 'Never mix, never worry!'

I've spent a good portion of this morning dealing with scheduling utilities to be disconnected at my current flat and reconnected at my new one. Entertainingly enough, my internet service provider is NOT going to be Comcast. Apparently, the move from 98144 to 98122 crosses a service boundary and puts me into Millennium Cable territory. I've never done business with them.

Curious, I rang up Chris to find out more information about them. Apparently I can just call the tech and have him come out and do the install - and pay him twenty dollars cash at the time. Now, having worked for a third party customer disservice center for both Qwest and Comcast, I was taken aback by this since we never, ever wanted the customer to give the techs money. However, Chris assured me that it was all legitimate and not a weird scam. He's going to get the number to me this evening so I can call him and set it up.

My transfer of service with Qwest went smoothly enough - same home telephone number, etc. I still need to call Seattle City Darkness and schedule the electricity (E! Electricity! When you're in the dark and you want to see, Electricity, E! Electricity!) to be connected. Thankfully, I'm going to be able to cancel my PSE service. I look forward to being shot of those fucksocks. You've no idea the amount of disdain I've stored up for them.

I made a really tasty curry last night - chicken, potato, bamboo shoots, mung bean sprouts, mushrooms, and onions in a nice yellow curry. Delish. I burnt my bottom lip testing a potato.
I also picked up some yummy gyoza and had those and cream puffs from the ever fabulous Yummy House Bakery.

I don't know what my problem is lately, but I've not been sleeping very well. Part of it is, without a doubt, due to my mattress. At one point I'm sure it was terribly comfortable. Now it is more like something that Torquemada would use to convince recalcitrant heretics to confess. Meh. I'm irked about having to move the blasted thing and then turn around and get rid of it. O well. Nothing I can do about that right now.

O well. That's it for now.