Comcast is the Devil, Part 2

Y'all may remember my bitch-rant on how COMCAST IS THE DEVIL! Well, they ARE! In the past 50 hrs since the freak stormnado, I had Internet access (plus cable TV, plus phone) for a glorious ONE HOUR! Now consider that Andy and Caitlin, who live 2 blocks away, never lost theirs at all. Yet Comcast says "the whole area is down."  Pidgeon-brained LIARS!

The Bastard Swords at the HOUSE OF SATAN kept saying "service will be up shortly" — I had to finally call them and holler "50 HRS IS *NOT* SHORTLY!" Wonder of wonders, the demonspawn seemed to have responded to said hollering, for within 2 minutes, here I am venting about them on my blog.

I am hooked on my electronics — all those hours without internet made me feel disconnected from the world, and I don't do isolation, or feelings thereof, well at ALL.

Also, since I had a b'zillion minutes to just swirl thoughts in my boiling head (still over 100° here), I got to thinking how unimaginative and lackluster contemporary English cursewords were.  I vote for the return to some old favorites from my buddy Billy Shakespeare. I think if the service goes down again, I'll deliver the following litany with my best RADA voice to the next hapless swain who says "shortly" at Com-CAN'T:

'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat’s-tongue, you bull’s pizzle, you stock-fish! O! for breath to utter what is like thee; you tailor’s yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing-tuck! W. S. 1 Henry IV