|Network Solutions Can DIE!
||[Dec. 1st, 2003|04:34 pm]
|[||State 'O The Brain
|||||Slayer - God Hates Us All||]|
I'm going to bite someone. I just wasted the entire goddamn day trying to contact my fucking domain name provider to update my contact information, since my admin address is apparently 'invalid,' which is really funny, considering that my admin e-mail is working in perfect order. Fucking Network Solutions assholes, I fucking paid those cocksuckers off until May of 2008 for my website, after two weeks of agony fighting with them, Yahoo, and another domain name provider that was trying to acquire my domain name . . . I paid out the ass to ensure that I wouldn't have to hear from them again for five years, but here we go again.
What really pissed me off is that every time I called them to try to update my e-mail contact information (via the paper letter they sent me, which informed me that they would be taking my domain name away from me unless I updated my 'invalid' information), those motherfuckers kept me on the line for five minutes and then hung up on me every time. Sometimes they'd even have a cheerful little voice say, "We're sorry, but we've lost your connection." Ain't that cute? In the words of the great Arnold Schwarzenegger, "c'mon, don't bullshit me!"
Gawd, I just want to stomp on somebody's neck right now. I'm a person that rarely gets truly pissed off about anything, but it's this kind of shit that puts me in an absolute rage, because no matter how many times I take care of this shit, they fuck it all up again in a few months and start bugging me, wanting more money and blaming me for the problem when it's all on their end. I just sent them a totally scathing e-mail threatening to revoke payment and take my hollywoodvampires.net domain name elsewhere, to a place that was actually interested in dealing with me, so I figure I'll hear back from them before long. Businesses like this operate just like colleges: as long as they think they've got the upper hand, they'll ignore you, abuse you, and take as much money as they can, but if you threaten to cut off that money and go somewhere else, they snap right to attention and offer to put their tongue right up your ass and call it ice cream. Fuckers. I might just end up yanking the money away from them and going somewhere else, tongue or no tongue.
It still burns me that I wasted an entire afternoon trying to deal with this shit in a civilized, polite, reasonable manner. And this particular problem involved the two things that enrage me the most: computers and incompetence. That, and the two weeks I spent solving this problem back in May STILL piss me off, even more so that it seems I'm practically back to square one. Gawd, I hope I get filthy, stinking rich someday, just so that whenever I get into a situation like this, I can crush the incompetent beneath my bootheel and make 'em scream. If I didn't love my writing and cherish my dream of bringing my stories and vampire characters to the world so much, I would've given up on this internet shit a long time ago, because all of this modernized computerized bullshit with its passwords, logins, security questions, 'invalid information,' and other crap makes me so mad I actually get a pounding headache from it, and I NEVER get headaches. Fuck off, assholes. The only thing those Network Solutions asslickers need to know is that I fronted them a pretty good chunk of change back in May, and for that reason and that reason alone, I shouldn't have to deal with this shit.
Man, I want to jump on something either human or computerized, run it into the ground, and then bite it to death. I need underlings to do this shit for me, while I write my stories and play with my rats. I'm glad I'm going over to Baldo's to watch wrestling tonight, because it's impossible to stay in a bad mood around him!