Keys, please.
Mom asked me to come over this morning to help her bf put up a flat-panel TV, or more accurately, to help him lift the sucker, which requires two people of the male persuasion (Yay brute force - there's a reason women keep us around). Then, as long as I was there, I was asked to help bf get his computer online. In this case, via Wifi, as there is no ethernet jack or cable in the room that houses this particular computer. Easy, right?
Um...
Turns out that there is something wrong with the Wifi - I was able to connect with my iPod Touch, but the iMac could no longer see the network. Due to some other problems, Verizon had sent them a couple of replacement routers. Naturally, neither of those worked at all - couldn't even connect to the WAN coax, so I punted and put everything back together (the two wired computers still had ethernet) and prepared to leave.
I should have known it wasn't going to be easy. My car keys were missing. Mom was gone, since she had to do a radio show, and I spent the next half hour circulating through her house multiple times, looking for those ornery keys. No joy.
So I called Peachie Girl and asked her to locate and bring my spare key. We discussed the very real possibility that Mom had inadvertently taken my keys with her, but she was already at the station and not answering her cell phone. Peachie Girl reminded me that I sometimes can't see things right in front of me. it's a biological fact, BTW, that males can often only see things when they move. Comes from our prehistoric role as hunters. If the keys would just have cooperated by trying to make a break for it, I would have found them in a heartbeat. Meh.
So she agreed to bring me the key. Now you know how this works. Five minutes after I got off the phone with her, I found them in the basement, behind the desk where the router plugs in. It would have been faster, but the dog who lives in the basement is very protective of his territory and growled at me when I tried to come in.
Naturally, I called P.G's cell phone immediately, and just as naturally, she had left without it. Calling her at home didn't work. So... now I had gotten her to make the twenty-minute drive to Mom's house for no good reason. This is a Bad idea. There were two routes she could have taken, and I decided to try to intercept her by guessing. This time, I got it right - she had in fact taken the back way and I honked as she passed near the halfway point. Unfortunately, it never occurred to her that a car honking from the other side of the road was intended to communicate anything. So I turned around and chased her.
Thanks to red lights, which I hit consistently, I didn't catch up with her until Mom's house. ::sigh::
There is good news, but it has nothing to do with any of this. My cold is mostly gone, so I was able to catch up with my owed lines. I also managed to make some progress on Mixing Misfile episode 4 (two more scenes mostly done).
Um...
Turns out that there is something wrong with the Wifi - I was able to connect with my iPod Touch, but the iMac could no longer see the network. Due to some other problems, Verizon had sent them a couple of replacement routers. Naturally, neither of those worked at all - couldn't even connect to the WAN coax, so I punted and put everything back together (the two wired computers still had ethernet) and prepared to leave.
I should have known it wasn't going to be easy. My car keys were missing. Mom was gone, since she had to do a radio show, and I spent the next half hour circulating through her house multiple times, looking for those ornery keys. No joy.
So I called Peachie Girl and asked her to locate and bring my spare key. We discussed the very real possibility that Mom had inadvertently taken my keys with her, but she was already at the station and not answering her cell phone. Peachie Girl reminded me that I sometimes can't see things right in front of me. it's a biological fact, BTW, that males can often only see things when they move. Comes from our prehistoric role as hunters. If the keys would just have cooperated by trying to make a break for it, I would have found them in a heartbeat. Meh.
So she agreed to bring me the key. Now you know how this works. Five minutes after I got off the phone with her, I found them in the basement, behind the desk where the router plugs in. It would have been faster, but the dog who lives in the basement is very protective of his territory and growled at me when I tried to come in.
Naturally, I called P.G's cell phone immediately, and just as naturally, she had left without it. Calling her at home didn't work. So... now I had gotten her to make the twenty-minute drive to Mom's house for no good reason. This is a Bad idea. There were two routes she could have taken, and I decided to try to intercept her by guessing. This time, I got it right - she had in fact taken the back way and I honked as she passed near the halfway point. Unfortunately, it never occurred to her that a car honking from the other side of the road was intended to communicate anything. So I turned around and chased her.
Thanks to red lights, which I hit consistently, I didn't catch up with her until Mom's house. ::sigh::
There is good news, but it has nothing to do with any of this. My cold is mostly gone, so I was able to catch up with my owed lines. I also managed to make some progress on Mixing Misfile episode 4 (two more scenes mostly done).