Thursday, July 30, 2015
Rant About Centurylink ...
Early afternoon yowls, exquisite and ever-beautiful Big Cats... A WARNING TO ANYONE thinking about using Centurylink for internet access... THIS HAS TURNED INTO A MEGA-FRUSTRATING, TIME-CONSUMING ORDEAL for this Big Cat and her mother... okay, to be clear, overall, the actual *internet access* has been working okay... BUT, after over an hour and a half of originally setting up the service, the agent either LIED, DIDN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT SHE WAS DOING... but the price that was ***promised*** ... well, NO, we got hit with 'sticker shock' on the first bill... then we spent time on the phone trying to sort that out, and were PROMISED again, those were just the initial fees, and the next bill would be WHAT HAD BEEN PROMISED... then, oh no!!! when that didn't happen, this Big Cat and her mother spent another hour or so trying to sort out the problem using the online chat option. That agent told us the discounts hadn't STUCK but would be rectified by a supervisor... we did a follow-up phone call to verify, and were told at that point the account was still being worked on, and the discounts applied. BUT NO!!! That didn't happen... so ANOTHER PHONE CALL where we spoke with a supervisor who stated the discounts didn't apply to the package... Okay, yeah, centurylink policy hell unleashed!!! after probably another hour on the phone conservatively WHERE the package was changed to the economy package, which MEANS NO LONG DISTANCE SERVICE... get that one! You have to pay a fee for a block of minutes when everyone knows the whole LONG DISTANCE THING IS A BIG FAT RIPOFF given the current level of technology... So, upshot, WE WERE SO FRUSTRATED that mom ended saying she'd purchase the modem because that seemed like the common sense thing to do, instead of paying rent... however, it's probably NOT smart because the thing could die, have an untimely accident, etc. ... SO NOW, we just tried to reverse that purchase ONLY to be told via chat online [ANOTHER TIME-CONSUMING HELLISH EXPERIENCE] that they have to ***GET THIS*** send out new equipment, even though technically the equipment HAS NOT YET BEEN PAID FOR, since it would be part of the upcoming bill... THIS HAS JUST BEEN AN ABSOLUTE NIGHTMARE FOR THIS BIG CAT AND HER MOTHER... so, given our current circumstances — NOWHERE CLOSE TO A UPS store where you have to drop off the equipment — we have no way to return the original equipment... THUS AND SO, we are now stuck with having to pay for the modem... and who knows how long it will last??? THIS IS THE SAD, REPREHENSIBLE STATE OF SO-CALLED CUSTOMER SERVICE ... PUBLIC UTILITIES DON'T HAVE TO GIVE A DAMN, DO THEY? Because they don't have to. And no, given our location, there are only a very limited amount of options. Yeah, no real competition... so, there ya go. And likely there could be a better way than using centurylink that this Big Cat is aware of, 'cause she isn't savvy about this kind of thing. STILL, BE WARNED!
Hope all is well, darling kittens. Enjoy the upcoming weekend1 And remember, this Big Cat loves ya!
Authoress news and mews ~
Yes, the Kougar did get some good writing done on Keina and Drev's love story. As always she wishes she had more time to write.
Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~
Saturday, July 25, 2015
AND THE BAND PLAYED ON
Gill looked out over the back of the house, looking for any subtle difference. Anything he could notice. There wasn’t once speck that caught his eye. Not even Vernon’s or Miss Ellie’s. Even the local hawk shifter from two blocks over could locate the one thing Woody said would be there. Damn, the work ranked up there with extraordinary and out of this world. Well, given that supernatural powers and human created it, that last part rang true.
“Woody,” Gill began moving to his left, closer to the dragon shifter who had taken up residence with his band in the in-suite apartment in the subbasement of the mansion. “You’re right. It can’t be seen.”
Monday, July 27, 2015
Chariots of the Dogs
by Pat Cunningham
The idea well ran dry today, so I went rummaging through the archives and unearthed this bit from one of last year's newsletters. Now everybody gets to read it. Enjoy!
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Sophie leaned on her back porch railing and gazed longingly up at the sky. Too much light leaked over the landscape to really see the stars, but a few determined celestial orbs blazed defiantly overhead anyway.
“I wish I may, I wish I might,” Sophie murmured. “I wish there were more cute boys in this neighborhood.”
The words had scarcely left her lips when one of the stars began to grow. An airplane, she figured, or maybe a satellite. If so, it was falling. Toward her.
July 28, 2015
Miss Cardinal's Bomb Squad
by Savanna Kougar
Almost Full Moon howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.
Yes, it's been a busy day, so once again: *Continued from last week, a short flash scene 'cause that's all I can manage.* ... To Quote: "Our Talbot's Peak saga continues. The bad guys have made pests of themselves, and are harassing our beloved mayor, Gil. Well, they just might be real sorry after Operation Crunch."
Okay, how sorry will the bad-guy bureaucrats be having to drive a wolf and saber-tooth mangled car that has also been especially decorated by Miss Cardinal and her bird-shifter friends?
Note: Pat Cunningham introduced Miss Cardinal in one of her previous flash scenes.
Miss Cardinal's Bomb Squad
Madder than a wet hen, even though she was a cardinal, Carlotta streaked through the sky. Another job interview had gone sour, south, whatever... because gosh, gee whiz, what the bird crap... the potential employers were always looking for 'crap' on the chair she'd occupied. The birdbrain idjits couldn't even grasp the fact that when in human form, her body actually acted human.
Soaring over the highway out of town, Carlotta seethed, so hot with anger she wondered if she was about to internally combust...
July 29, 2015
New story idea for the blog
by Rebecca Gillan
So I had a new story idea for the blog, a good thing since I just hadn't had any writing inspiration in weeks. I hope you like it.
Samantha parked her 1989 Toyota whoopty car in the last open spot at the strip mall just off the highway and sighed. She had a degree in business, more than a decade worth of experience in corporate accounting. And she was delivering pizza in the middle of Nowhere, Montana because this was where her car, dubbed the Crappy Corolla by her boss, had broke down six months ago. It wasn't even a real town. There was a real town down the road a few miles, called Talbot's Peak, but this was where the only motel was, so here is where she'd stayed.
That fateful day, back in February, she'd had high hopes for a job interview in Kennewick, Washington, which she hadn't made it to.
Big Cat by-the-numbers ~
9:33 pm... 10:10 pm... 11:11 pm... 11:44 pm... 11:55 pm... 12:12 am... 11:55 am... 3:33 pm... 11:33 pm... 11:44 pm... 11:55 pm... 9:33 am... 11:22 am... 1:11 pm... 2:12 pm... 11:11 pm... 11:22 pm... 11:33 pm... 11:55 pm... 11:33 am... 11:44 am... 2:22 pm... 2:34 pm... 5:55 pm... 8:44 pm... 11:11 pm... 11:44 pm... 2:22 pm... 5:55 pm... 11:11 pm... 12:12 am... 10:23 am... 6:33 pm... 11:33 pm... 1:11 am... 1:23 am... 2:12 am... 2:22 am... 2:34 am... 10:10 am... 1:23 pm... the world tips out of control into sheer madness and the fight for liberty...
Let freedom ring for everyone on planet Earth, and let LOVE guide the way...
Krazy Kat kisses...