Cable update: It’s Alive!
Also, we moved my gigantic desk and my main computer yesterday, so…They’re Alive! I’m posting from FitzSheba 64 again! BLISSINATE!
Jul 302006
Jul 282006
Comcast Update!
So they rolled out on Tuesday, and apparently the tech they sent out was either completely incompetent, or the fuckers did more damage than they meant to. He claimed to me that he tested every line in the place, and my cable never came back on. Fucking. Wonderful.
So as this moron is leaving Tuesday afternoon, he says that because he’s a fucking dumbass, someone from “Maintenance” (I guess that’s the next level of Comcast tech up in the dogpile) will be out within 24 hours to finish the job.
Then he calls me back. 24 hours won’t work. How about fucking thursday at fucking 5-8pm? Do I have much choice, shitstain? Nope? Then bring it.
Yesterday was Thursday. No one shows. No one calls. At 7:50pm, I call Comcast. The appointment is in the book, the CSR verifies, but she’s not sure why no one bothered to show. A $20 “on time guarantee” is deposited into my account (Hey! If I can keep this up, I can turn not having cable into a positive cash flow!) Then she puts in a ticket to dispatch to find out why the fuck no one showed up. Someone should call me “in 10-15 minutes.”
At 9:30pm, with no call, I call Comcast back.
The new CSR tells me that dispatch closes at 8:00, so he’s not sure why the previous moron told me I’d be getting a call back that night. Unfortunately, the soonest time he has available for an appointment is Sunday from 11 to 2, BUT, dispatch should call me back in the morning. For reals!
It’s 10:34. So far, no call. These fuckers have until noon before I call them back. And so fucking help me, if no one gets out there until Sunday, they’re refunding ALL of those damned “setup and installation” fees that obviously did so much good, or I’m getting Dish fucking Network, apartment or no, and fucking Bellsouth DSL.
Jul 262006
I fixed it.
Something inserted a index.htm in the forum directory. We should update our phpBB ASAP.
Jul 262006
Something dumb happened to the forum mainpage.
Until we figure out WTF happened, please use http://forum.juxentente.com/index.php to access the forums.
Jul 232006
Alright, so after a week and a half of benevolently appropriating an open wireless network for my internet needs in my new apartment (who the fuck changes the SSID, but leaves the router with the default password and no WEP encryption? What the fuck?) our Comcast digital cable, internet, and digital voice was hooked up Friday night by the best tech ever. Really nice, did his job well, played with our cats, fixed the wiring in half the apartment…the whole shebang!
Twenty-four hours of gentle cable bliss were to follow. The TiVo, freed from being able to record nothing at all, suckled upon the breast of the cable box and restored us with such lovely programs as Mythbusters. A good time was had by all!
And then, at 10:30pm last night, it all went out instantly. Was it the digital box? No, the TV in the bedroom, hooked up straight to the old analog cable, worked fine. The whole apartment was out. I call Comcast, the soonest they can get a tech out to me is Tuesday. Fucking A’. But at least our service is refunded through then.
Today, having nothing better to do really and not feeling like actually leaving my apartment complex, I strap on some shoes and wander around to see if maybe I can find and fix the problem. And then I see this.
Some fucking asshole, apparently pissed off that the Comcast guy turned off his free ride when he was here, has knocked the entire fucking cablebox off the wall trying to break the padlock! Once inside, he has completely removed the hookups to our apartment (not pictured: I looked inside, and our apartment is currently hooked up to Jack and Shit). They’ve moved the cables to their apartment’s hookups. To add insult to injury, they removed even the loop cable going to our apartment, which does nothing with the live cable is removed (seriously, what the fuck you cocksucking shitstains, are you that stupid when it comes to wiring or did you just think it’d be cute to leave a fucking piece of labeled coaxial cable hanging on the box? “No one will ever fucking know where it came from! We’re so clever!”). Now, seeing as all the older cables are orange, and the only stuff on the truck that the guy had on Friday was black, and also seeing as the black live cable is the only one in the entire box labeled with a “digital voice” tag, I could easily fix this thing, maybe. But being the nice guy I am, I don’t want to accidentally fuck up the service of someone who’s actually paying for it. So I tell the office what happened after calling Comcast and telling them that the whole damned box is hanging off the building. The soonest they can get here is fucking Tuesday still, but “luckily”, my dad was laid off last Friday, and the unemployment office is right down the street from my new place, so I don’t have to take a day off work to be here for them!
And, I’m sure that whoever apparently thought a Comcast truck was here to install live cable to an empty apartment, and thought that no one would ever know what they did, will soon face at the very least a nasty letter, because they were took fucking inconsiderate to go buy a splitter and some coax at Wal-Mart and steal cable the old fashioned fucking way.
God Damnit.
Jul 182006
Still busy, still unpacking, but as of yesterday, Vivian has her car back. So praise glory at that!
The housewarming party-thing was actually very nice. Peter brought cranium and we played it repeatedly, including my awesome greenhouse charade. It was nice to see Brett again, and Samantha coming all the way in from Athens was awesome. It’s too bad Scott couldn’t come, but it was alright.
Also, Costco is fucking awesome. My apartment is fully stocked with damn near everything on the cheap, and I don’t mean cheap stuff. We have awesome tupperware and the like.
Also also, my TiVo is here. But my cable and my real internet won’t be in until Friday. So, right now, it’s mostly just a pretty box.
Jul 122006
I feel mostly dead. (Nearly) all my stuff is here, but none of it is unpacked or in the right place. I’ve been moving all day. Vivian and my mother are on the way back with a dining table and two cats. I’ve discovered free internet being provided by a fraternity of some sort. I’m going to be good and nice with it, because my connection won’t be hooked up until the 21st. That’s a long time to be without the net. Too long, really. No TV or phone service until then, either, as they’re all being provided by Comcast.
Overall the move went well today. I’m strongly considering taking half a day off tomorrow to combat the OMG STUFF that still has to be done, like buying groceries and such, but we’ll see. Pictures of the new place will come as soon as I get my digital camera and my real internet connection. I don’t want to leach the bandwidth of these poor souls.
My real computer isn’t even here yet…just the Shebintosh (MacSheba G4!). She serves whenever she is called on, and she serves well.
Jul 072006
IMAX…in 3D!
Jul 072006
Not to get anyone’s hopes up, but I am currently working on a feature for the first time in awhile. I’m not sure when or if I’ll finish it, but I think I’ll like it, if I do.
My iPod is really dead and must be repaired. Since it happened I’ve been using my dad’s 1 gig iPod shuffle at work, since he’s never touched it once. I’ve nicknamed this creature “Blast Capacity.” Currently it serves me well.
I’ve been taking interesting approaches to building musical playlists lately. Nothing worth going in to here, but it’s quite…spicey.
Tomorrow: Superman Returns…on IMAX!
Jul 032006
Let me tell you about my week last week!
First, my dad offs the Mazda 626 in a blaze of glory by deciding to ram it into the back of a dump truck on Monday.
On Friday, my iPod decides to commit suicide. The first and only time it’s ever dropped anywhere, and it lunches itself on soft carpet after a two-foot fall. It must have landed just the wrong way. Do I have the money to repair it? No, but I’m going to anyway.
On Saturday Vivian’s car’s engine seizes. It has to be replaced. The mechanic says there was no oil in it, but that has to be a symptom and not the disease, as I checked and topped off the oil the day before.
Also on Saturday, dad bought himself a 2003 Mustang GT convertible to replace the Mazda. So I guess it wasn’t all bad.
However, I have to move in a week, and Vivian’s going to be paying off the car a lot longer than she thought, because we have to drop a rebuilt engine in it. At least it’ll come with a warranty and run a good damn while longer, at least.
I miss talking to Samantha. I can never reach her lately. She was all over my life in early college, at the same time I was simultaneously trying to remove Rebecca and keep her. I was thinking about that era of my life, the pre-Jux college era, yesterday, as I cleaned out my chest of drawers and looked and my old pictures. I need to call Sam again. She has my work number but hasn’t gotten to me yet.
Speaking of Rebecca, if you’re interested (or if you’re Rebecca!): I’ve said my piece, and I’ve received the answer I was looking for and expecting. She knows where to find me if she wants to talk. There’s no hard feelings or anything, I just have other things to worry about, and I’m not going to be the only one keeping up contact. It doesn’t make sense to me, it never did actually, but I don’t like to let friends slip away. If this is what it is to be, then let it be so. I hate it when anyone I was close to fades away, but life is life, and shit happens. I guess Rebecca bothers me because I never reached a conclusion with her that I was comfortable with until now.
Housewarming party on the 15th, remember!
