We fix it with bobby pins and duct tape!
Our router is officially dead! We've only had that sucker since August, and it's burned right out on us somehow. Joe suspects the lightning storm we had a little while back. He managed to rig up an ad-hoc network on Ashley's old harddrive until such time as we can get out to Best Buy and see if they'll let us swap it out. We're unsure about Best Buy's return policy, though. Is it 90 days? Will they just refer us to Linksys? Maybe we ought to go straight to Linksys and demand a replacement, because we've got a three-year warranty on that sucker. In the meantime, we're operational but shakey. Which is nothing new, really. Joe may be prone to wandering in his boxers, but he works miricles with our patchwork systems.
In other news I took my last (and only) final this evening, a three hour essay test. When I staggered out of there my arm was numb from the elbow down, and my eyes were all blurred. Curse my cramped and tiny handwriting!
In other news I took my last (and only) final this evening, a three hour essay test. When I staggered out of there my arm was numb from the elbow down, and my eyes were all blurred. Curse my cramped and tiny handwriting!