I Hate The Internet

Or, rather, I hate the lack of it. We've basically been down at home now six days and counting. We had some connectivity Friday and Saturday morning, then a little more last night, after I got a new power adapter for our wireless antenna. (We don't have DSL or Cable or anything like that, we're totally wireless. Sort of.) The whole thing is the brainchild of my old boss, at his ISP, and since tappu and I both like him, and want to see him do well, we bought into his wireless scheme. I guess this is what you get from buying internet from your friends.

Anyway, it was up yesterday juuuuust long enough to tease me with it. It was the waning minutes of John Scalzi's deadline for SF Cliche Stories for Subterranean Magazine, for which I'd written a story and wanted to submit. Ahahaha... My e-mail client went so far as to connect to the outgoing mailserver... and then die a slow, agonizing death. I knew from hard experience, in this recent ongoing degradation of my internet service, that there would be nothing I could do. Resetting the wireless antenna would only lead me to click "refresh" on my webbrowser a million, billion, frillion times waiting for something other than "Looking Up my.yahoo.com..."

*rage*

My wife is supposed to go visit our old employer today to show off the baby and complain discreetly to our old boss. If they can't do something about it, we may have to switch to DSL, which carries more overhead for our old boss, but oh well. Nevermind my literary aspirations, my actual paying work requires an at-home, usually-on internet connection, so I can download software patches, virus definitions, and the occasional upgrade, not to mention connect to the office network, get my e-mail and update my schedule.

Whine. Bitch. Moan.

In cool news, I'm about 70% done with finishing the laundry room. Big most-of-Saturday project that I'll be posting pictures of once I take some and can post from home more reliably.

As it is, I'm in Panera Bread again, playing the yuppie.

W00t.

Ah Yeah... That's More Like It

On the internet from home.

Seems that the guy who installed it is the only other guy in this town who uses the wireless as well. Apparently, he went up on the building where the antenna is and did something, because now it's working much better than it has in weeks.

Shweet.

In other news, tonight my son decided to act like he was actually afraid of his bottle. I don't think there's a circumstance more baffling than that, especially when he's overdue for a feeding. We got him to eat eventually, but not before boggling at each other in wonderment.

Now, of course, he's playing happily.

Silly kids.