A'right, the internets weren't exactly quick in their coming, but I, the patient man that I am, was fine wi'dat.
I was fine. Now I'm stinkin' mad.
As a cut snake? I hear you ask.
No, not that mad. That would be a little over the top.
As a bull in a china shop that only wanted tupperware?
Yes, exactly that mad. That poor bull, all he wants is airtight containers made of durable plastics. What does he get? Overpriced and breakable saucers and the occasional tea cup. Now this bull might be partial to a teacup, but he doesn't want one now.
He wants tupperware.
Just like this bull, I want tupperware, there's nothing in which to keep my leftovers. But even more than that, I want t3h INTARWEBS! Can't you send me it? Can't I look upon its face?
No.
At least, not until the crazy-arse ISP has our username and password freakin' HAND DELIVERED to our house. We have to be there. To receive this paper. If we are not, then we don't get it, so no internets.
Which makes me kinda a little not so happy.
