Qwest sucks ass. Remind me to post more about how Qwest sucks ass.

UPDATE: Ok, here’s the deal. I moved. Qwest only has 1.5Mbps here in SLP. Given their previous performance when I was supposed to be getting 7Mbps (I usually got about 2.5Mbps), that was just not an acceptable speed. So, I cancelled my service, as I could not get the same level of service at my new house. I had the “price for life” contract, but the rep assured me that the $200(!) cancellation fee would be waived because I could not get the same service.

Fast forward to a few weeks later, when lo and behold I get my final Qwest bill for $200. I called up customer service, and the woman I spoke with was less than sympathetic to my plight. She flat out refused my appeals. Fine. I call back the next day and get a much more personable rep. She is more receptive, and tells me that I should expect a check (I had to pay the final bill because it was already overdue) in the mail. I have not received it yet, but apparently it could take 4 weeks. I’ll follow up with a conclusion when I have one.

Bottom line: Qwest kinda sucks. Their DSL service sucks, and thier customer service is average. I don’t believe I’ll be going back to them unless I have no choice.

My grandfather’s funeral service last week was at the church he had attended for many years, the same church that I was forced, in my younger years, to attend on holidays and other random occasions. I had not been to this church in a number of years (I think my last visit was for another funeral), and while it was mostly the same, I noticed a few key differences.

The church has web cams, and they appear to be pretty expensive ones. They have tens of thousands of dollars worth of A/V equipment. They have a full set of band equipment (guitar, drums, etc). All of this, somehow, makes a church “better”, apparently. Keep dropping those donations in the basket; Jesus needs us to have another wireless microphone.

The funeral “sermon” felt like any other Sunday sermon. It should have been a celebration of a wonderful life, a remembrance of someone dear to us all. Instead it was a fucking recruitment speech. Sure, some nice words were said about my grandfather, but the focus seemed to be more on how we should all be finding Jesus so that we can have eternal life. This was spewed at us constantly, and I just stopped listening half way through. If I’m going to be lectured at about how I need to accept the “correct” religion instead of saying anything kind about the recently departed, then I’m just going to tune out.

I loathe the church. I abhor it. I can’t describe the disdain I felt as I sat there being told to believe in a magic book while all I really wanted was someone to help us remember the life and times of a dear relative. If I were a Christian, I’d be ashamed.