They said they're bumping us up to "Tier One Point Five" support... great, so we made it one fucking half a tier up in the support chain. Whoopdeefuckingdoo. Maybe by the time we get to tier 3.5 they'll put someone on the phone with opposable thumbs* competent enough to realize that yes, indeed... US West is retarded and it's their damn fault and they'd fix it. But no, we're at tier 1.5 now and somebody will get back to us "no later than" 2 or 3 business days. Translation? It'll be another few weeks before we have our DSL working again.
So, in conclusion: Fuck US West. I think it's time to get cable. I hate Cable, but I also hate US West... what a fucking dilemma.
Eli and I are on a bike ride now... stopping in the library to pick up some stuff. I showed Eli a cool trail to get down to class but he almost smacked into the side of some old dude coming down a blind bankment. He's going to buy me ice cream ... he thinks I'm a chick or something, and that by buying me ice cream it'll make all my no-Internet-aggression go away. Pfffft. Whateva'. :-P
Anyway, I out.