Hello 
I'm Siobhan Curran/Kisa Naumova, and this is my weblog. I tend to write about stuff like crossdressing, Macs, code, cats, wine and Second Life, but in general it's just an ongoing conversation about all sorts of stuff. If you'd like to know a little bit more about what this all is, I recommend starting on this page which has a little bit of info on who I am, and what I'm trying to do — or you could dive into my five years worth of archives if you like.
Otherwise, feel free to close this box and explore...
Ho Hum
Ack, this is so boring.
It was nice, I have to say, to reconnect to the internets the past couple of days, albeit in a very different way to normal. I dunno — there's something odd about being there, yet not having your 'prescence' in the same way as usual — a sort of 'virtual out-of-body experience'.
Or something.
I rang BT this morning, to find out what was going on. I'd figured (you see) that they'd have been able to get their fingers out over the past couple of days and have everything running smoothly (on the phoneline front, not the broadband) by the time I got home from Leeds.
But, to my utter disappointment, when I picked up my phone the minute I walked through the door, it was still dead.
"You have ... one ... open order with us", said the automated voice. "Placed on the ... twelfth ... of ... April".
Yesterday?!
"Hold on a fucking second!" I screamed, in the phonebox, pointlessly to the non-existant person at the other end of the line. "I placed that order over a fucking week ago".
"Press ... one ... to hear that order again. Or press ... two ... to hang up"
(Why on earth would you press a button to hang up? Why not just — you know — hang up?)
I pressed one, and got told the same thing again. But this time, I got another option on the automated menu.
"Press ... three ... to speak to an advisor"
Whoooo! A person!
I told her my order number, answered a million security questions to make sure I was me, and got told that that order was already done, and that the one the RoboVoice was blabbering on about was the broadband.
(Which means, given the usual "five working days" that everything seems to take, that I might just be back online next Wednesday¹)
"But I still haven't got a dialing tone", I grumbled.
So I've got to jump through the usual hoops — plugging different phones into my socket just to make sure that it's not my phone that's bust, then calling 154 and reporting a fault — to try and get it working again.
It's all bloody frustrating.
...
Never mind though. It's a gorgeous day, I've got an apointment with the bank to try and sort a few things out, and my car needs washing.
Gradually — very gradually — things are starting to come back together.
¹ Except, I'm at work next Wednesday. So I won't be able to try and configure things probably until Thursday. And I bet I don't get to keep my old IP address, which means resetting DNS — after I get reverse DNS set up again. I doubt this blog will be up until the week after.
