What the hell?

Houston, we're confirmed.

High Speed Internet is finally working.

And it's working superbly.

Only 3.someodd hours later, but hey. No installation man came. Check this out.

1) request online service online

2) realize with horror installation is the homeowner's responsibility. (That's ME!)

3) box with modem, 25 ft. cable wire, 6 ft. cable wire, splitter, software, and tools arrives a week after the new year begins.

4) irene sticks her head out assorted windows contemplating which entry will work best. (there is cable already installed in the den, the living room, and the front upstair's bedroom. This means there are a lot of existing holes in walls.) As you may recall, the old computer is in the furthest corner of the house. It is from the stone ages. Shockwave and Flash sites scare this computer. My newer computer was sitting in his bedroom.

5) I opt to relocate my computer to my bedroom, which will only require a small hole be drilled in the closet wall. (Using the Mac laptop is a no-no since I'm the only one who can "stand" the keyboard. Right.) Computer is moved but somehow the speakers have picked up 106.1 and I am constantly hearing Eminem. Different problem best saved for another day.

6) Drilling small holes is a job suited for men. Hey, it's their responsibilty to change oil in cars and electrocute the unsuspecting. Super Man comes to the rescue and makes a spectacular mess. (But surprises the fam by actually cleaning up said mess.)

7) Bored yet? I was until I tried to install the software. It took ages. I yelled at my monitor. And my drive E since it was 'dirty' and not reading a damn thing. Six thousand reboots later and presto! Drivers are up and running for my fancy motorola surfboard.

Then began the account confirmation saga. Please.

Finally things work.

And it's all worth it. I'm connected and running. Thank god.

posted by irene @ 1/12/2003 02:30:00 PM