I just love it when SBC messes up my DSL line. Plus: Cell Phone Panic! (tm)

Yesterday when I came from grocery shopping there was a message on my cell phone screen: CHECK SIM. AIIIEEEE oh fuck dammit. And the "Troubleshooting" page in my phone manual says, basically, "Call us! Yep!"

I did manage to get the battery pried out and, indeed, the sim was all wodgy. So that was easily fixed.

But then I discovered I couldn't connect to the Internet... when I really kind of needed to for class prep. Urrgh. Well, I managed without, and this morning I called SBC... to discover the answer.

The router we were pointed at got too busy, so they moved a bunch of customers to a new one.
Yes, that means us.
They didn't tell us ahead of time.

Well, obviously somebody fucked up somewhere, because after two hours (two hours. TWO HOURS) on the phone with five different people, it became obvious that even though they could ping our server, our server couldn't ping squat.

I went off to work, shaking my head. At least they fixed whatever it was.

Lame.

JEbusgod how the hell did I miss this?! South Dakota scary.

I mean, I vaguely remember hearing something about it on KQED, but I guess I missed the actual headline saying RAPE AND INCEST VICTIMS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE ABORTIONS EVER UNLESS THEY'RE ABOUT TO DIE. I just heard the discussion afterward.

I appreciate that many people believe that abortion is wrong. My husband, in fact, is one of them. But at least he acknowledges that he does not have the right to dictate to any woman, including me, what she does with her body. I wish all of the right-wing TheyCallThemselvesChristians felt the same way. But no, I'm supposed to go back in the kitchen and cleave to my husband and bring forth babies (lots of them, we're not overpopulated enough yet) in pain and suffering &c.

Fuck that.

Well, shit, anyway. Just keep your goddamn laws off my body, US gummint. And all of your 50 buddies, too.