It’s like 1995 at my house where you can’t watch television because, without cable, no stations come in, or get on the Internet without it taking ten minutes to load a page. That’s me above, loving the first desktop I bought brand-new, the first PC I didn’t have to build myself from spare parts I found in the trash. (Okay, that’s an exaggeration.)
I was using the wireless at work yesterday afternoon and this morning, then had to come back to wait for the cable guy to show up (sometime between noon and two) who will most likely be here poking around for three hours while I’m going stir-crazy, desperate to just Get Out of the House.
It started with just the HD channels going in and out, then the sound. Then I couldn’t connect to the wireless so I used the laptop upstairs that’s plugged directly into our massive cable-box-port-hub thingie. Then that stopped working, then the TV all together.
I’d have more things to do to entertain myself if I wasn’t trapped here with none of those things, waiting on AT&T to arrive. I wanted to go to Kinko’s and enlarge some patterns from “The Cute Book” I checked out from the library the other day. I also wanted to go back to the library, I have to do some grocery shopping, and the dogs need a good walking since it stormed all morning and Charlie didn’t have an opportunity to take them out.
Instead, I’m at home, sneaking on to someone else’s unsecured network, just to update. The strongest signal, by the way, is under the frame of the front door. When I go farther into the house, I lose the signal. I’m guessing it might belong to the girls next door. Sorry, ladies! You should secure your network!