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Dec. 14th, 2007 06:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bliumchikWeek two without internet. Beginning to experience withdrawal symptoms. Have succumbed to the lure of exorbitantly priced public internet services. When I say “beginning” I mean “continuing.” Still bitter about the ludicrous events surrounding my disconnection to the web.
See, last Friday Sydney experienced what is known among non-meteorologists as a Big Damn Storm. I’m a fan of these, because they are awesome. When it hit, I was on a bus on my way home from my little brother’s daycare Christmas concert, whence I had been hijacked for camera duties by my mother. I disembarked into a wall of water, struggling to open my umbrella and my jingling mobile phone at the same time, swore a bit as thunder exploded within about a meter of my head, apologised to the man on the phone who was trying to tell me that my application to the Fine Arts (Creative Writing Production) course at QUT was successful, gave up on the umbrella and ran all the way home, ankle deep in rainwater.
My first thought, naturally, was to post on livejournal about it – well, no, my first thought was to get out of my soaking wet jeans, but aside from that – so I switched on my computer and typed up something to the effect of “EEEEEEEEEEEE” with side notes of “I’m not going to get struck by lightning I’m not going to get struck by lightning augh” and the occasional detour on the subject of towels. When I went to post it, however, I found my connection completely and utterly dead. This actually happens often enough during electrical storms, so I wasn’t too worried. I should have started getting suspicious once it started to clear up slightly, when a knock on the door prompted me to run downstairs, pause, run back upstairs, put some pants on, and run back downstairs to find my neighbour, who was checking to see if our power was off like theirs, which it wasn’t.
When my dad got home and checked everything out, the internet still wasn’t working. This, it turned out, was the fault of a burnt out modem, and network cards. Because we had apparently been STRUCK BY LIGHTNING WTF. There followed a week of replacing things and phone calls to tech support, all of which have thus far proved fruitless.
My latest call, this morning, merely went to establish that no, the guys at iinet haven’t got a clue what’s going on either. So that, my friends, is why I have not been commenting for the unprecedented time span of an entire week. Woe. It hasn’t even made me that much more productive, I’ve just been sleeping a lot and fiddling with things. Playing The Sims. Stuff like that. Read some books!
Anyway, this may be the last communiqué for some time, depending on when we figure out what in the flaming hell is wrong with our internet, but I’m totally with y’all in like, spirit or something.
PS: A surreal interlude. As I finished writing this I got a phone call from the school where my mum works as an ESL teacher. I asked if I could take a message but the secretary, in tones harried, asked if I spoke Russian and if I could translate for her, because there was a man at the front desk who didn’t speak English and she hadn’t a clue what he wanted to know. Then she handed the phone to the Russian fellow, who was trying to find out about a concert his granddaughter was supposed to be in and whose date he’d clearly gotten wrong. Random enough for you?
See, last Friday Sydney experienced what is known among non-meteorologists as a Big Damn Storm. I’m a fan of these, because they are awesome. When it hit, I was on a bus on my way home from my little brother’s daycare Christmas concert, whence I had been hijacked for camera duties by my mother. I disembarked into a wall of water, struggling to open my umbrella and my jingling mobile phone at the same time, swore a bit as thunder exploded within about a meter of my head, apologised to the man on the phone who was trying to tell me that my application to the Fine Arts (Creative Writing Production) course at QUT was successful, gave up on the umbrella and ran all the way home, ankle deep in rainwater.
My first thought, naturally, was to post on livejournal about it – well, no, my first thought was to get out of my soaking wet jeans, but aside from that – so I switched on my computer and typed up something to the effect of “EEEEEEEEEEEE” with side notes of “I’m not going to get struck by lightning I’m not going to get struck by lightning augh” and the occasional detour on the subject of towels. When I went to post it, however, I found my connection completely and utterly dead. This actually happens often enough during electrical storms, so I wasn’t too worried. I should have started getting suspicious once it started to clear up slightly, when a knock on the door prompted me to run downstairs, pause, run back upstairs, put some pants on, and run back downstairs to find my neighbour, who was checking to see if our power was off like theirs, which it wasn’t.
When my dad got home and checked everything out, the internet still wasn’t working. This, it turned out, was the fault of a burnt out modem, and network cards. Because we had apparently been STRUCK BY LIGHTNING WTF. There followed a week of replacing things and phone calls to tech support, all of which have thus far proved fruitless.
My latest call, this morning, merely went to establish that no, the guys at iinet haven’t got a clue what’s going on either. So that, my friends, is why I have not been commenting for the unprecedented time span of an entire week. Woe. It hasn’t even made me that much more productive, I’ve just been sleeping a lot and fiddling with things. Playing The Sims. Stuff like that. Read some books!
Anyway, this may be the last communiqué for some time, depending on when we figure out what in the flaming hell is wrong with our internet, but I’m totally with y’all in like, spirit or something.
PS: A surreal interlude. As I finished writing this I got a phone call from the school where my mum works as an ESL teacher. I asked if I could take a message but the secretary, in tones harried, asked if I spoke Russian and if I could translate for her, because there was a man at the front desk who didn’t speak English and she hadn’t a clue what he wanted to know. Then she handed the phone to the Russian fellow, who was trying to find out about a concert his granddaughter was supposed to be in and whose date he’d clearly gotten wrong. Random enough for you?
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Date: 2007-12-14 12:43 pm (UTC)Have faith!
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Date: 2007-12-14 01:16 pm (UTC)You, my friend, should get a surge protector!
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Date: 2007-12-15 04:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-14 02:25 pm (UTC)Also sort of explains why it is that you'd forgotten about the beach picnic thingy
Oh, next wednesday we're meeting out the front of george st cinema at 10 to have brunch and then go ice skating if you haven't seen the emails, just so you know