@#!! router...
Monday, 11 February 2008 00:29![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fatrockstarThe wireless router that Garret left behind has decided to give me problems. I called Comcast and they determined it was not their service or their modem, so it must be the router. I can't tell if it's the router because I have no user manual, and I have no user manual because every other time I receive data the connection drops. It's a good thing I had no time to take advantage of that whole "double-exp weekend" going on over at City of Heroes. I would have stabbed myself in the face out of frustration.
I'm going back over what I've done in that room since Friday. I had internet on Friday. It was Saturday afternoon that started to bother me. What in the WORLD did I do?
Oh yeah, I made an effort to empty that room just a little bit more. The modem and the router have been sitting on a small folding table in there about two, maybe three feet apart, with a bunch of crap between them. There was a glass candle, some duct tape, a box of pushpins... um... a matchbook... a big coil of coax and an ethernet cable. Now they're all elsewhere and the two gadgets are in there by themselves.
I've separated the two so they're as far apart as they can be. I've reset both of them. I've rebooted. The only thing that made any difference was putting a 1lb clamp wrench on top of the router unit, and that success was short-lived. At least I was connected long enough to download the router manual.
I really don't know what to do other than move all my computer shit into that room and just say "fuck the router" altogether. I'd rather not do that because once I do I'll never come out of there. The room is cursed that way. Garret never came out of there when his computer was in there. Me and my computer will be no different. I just want to hold off on doing that for as long as I can, especially since I don't know what my mortgage/housemate situation is going to be like.
Shit. I really wanted to do some mindless internet crap this weekend. It also would have been nice to do some research, check my bank accounts, shop a little... but no. The router my husband left me is a piece of shit. Just one more nail in the coffin of my love for him.
ETA: Tech support for the router is $30 an hour. Delightful.
I'm going back over what I've done in that room since Friday. I had internet on Friday. It was Saturday afternoon that started to bother me. What in the WORLD did I do?
Oh yeah, I made an effort to empty that room just a little bit more. The modem and the router have been sitting on a small folding table in there about two, maybe three feet apart, with a bunch of crap between them. There was a glass candle, some duct tape, a box of pushpins... um... a matchbook... a big coil of coax and an ethernet cable. Now they're all elsewhere and the two gadgets are in there by themselves.
I've separated the two so they're as far apart as they can be. I've reset both of them. I've rebooted. The only thing that made any difference was putting a 1lb clamp wrench on top of the router unit, and that success was short-lived. At least I was connected long enough to download the router manual.
I really don't know what to do other than move all my computer shit into that room and just say "fuck the router" altogether. I'd rather not do that because once I do I'll never come out of there. The room is cursed that way. Garret never came out of there when his computer was in there. Me and my computer will be no different. I just want to hold off on doing that for as long as I can, especially since I don't know what my mortgage/housemate situation is going to be like.
Shit. I really wanted to do some mindless internet crap this weekend. It also would have been nice to do some research, check my bank accounts, shop a little... but no. The router my husband left me is a piece of shit. Just one more nail in the coffin of my love for him.
ETA: Tech support for the router is $30 an hour. Delightful.
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