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Xplornet
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Who's Your ISP?
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The owner, he's gotten a bill he doesn't understand. Final notice, imminent disconnect, Xplornet. An ISP, Internet Service Provider. He doesn't use, uses Platinum instead, something about the letter smacks of disregard and discard, something else, I dunno...
So I look up Platinum Internet on the web, a hunch, nothing there. And Xplornet, nothing there as well...
Chuck it away, it's garbage, final notice from who? Fucking hell...
But I have my misgivings, and finally I dig the final notice out of the garbage, final notice on a $55.00 balance, and give them a call.
15 minutes on hold. 15 minutes, listening to bad pop songs like "James - Bare Naked Ladies', which isn't so bad, but really, if you're listening to it on a call to your not-ISP while on hold you're probably not loving it so much...
I'm irate by the time they answer, ask how long I've been on hold, she doesn't know (they all know and have displays that show how long each caller waited...), quiz her about the bill, oh, didn't they tell us, they were supposed to, Platinum was bought out by Xplornet, really they were supposed to let everyone know...
And she knows, clearly she knows, a 15 minute wait time is a pretty good indication that they're pretty busy fucking things up, and when I point out that maybe they should have let us know - them being the new ISP and all, and really, it's not like the exiting company is going to make any big efforts to advise their clients, their interest is done, the denials start, and now she's trying to talk us into setting ourselves up on prepaid debit, and I'm thinking this is just a set up for even more incompetence to follow, no mention on either of their websites about the merger or takeover, but they're ISP's they're not web or IT or tech guys, still, there's really no excuses...
Can't find my boots...
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
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I'm at N***'s, (not N***'s, dream N***'s), it's late, seems there's a party or something going on, she's in the next room watching some TV show, pseudo-scientific BS narrated by every alumni from Star Trek, her child is engrossed in something...we're not speaking, really, N*** and I, so I decide to pop out and grab some Vodka. I ask her if she want's something, she tells me a bottle of Grappa, and I'm a little surprised, she's holding a little glass mini, squarish, J&B embossed on the side, double check, no, she wants Grappa...
...Now I'm looking for my boots, and everywhere in her house there are boots that resemble mine, her boyfriend, 7 or 8 pair of leather workboots, drywall boots, beside my skates, N*** boots, a pair of leather boots that seem to be mine, searching, everywhere, everywhere there are boots, hundreds of pairs, but I can't for all my searching find my boots, and I need to leave...
Far Out Isn't Far Enough: The Tomi Ungerer Story
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Film
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A charming documentary about children's book author/subversive/pornographer and illustrator Tomi Ungerer, whose career sadly tailspinned when the public decided that his talents and interests were irreconcilable...
I like his visual style, it gives me hope. And he accomplishes it so deftly, without thought (conscious), mine own, if ever I master it, will be similar ...
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