way to go, sub-prime lenders!
Now, I don't mean to imply that my Mom is happy that I'm ashamed, or that that was her ultimate goal in the War of the Room. I'm sure it wasn't. I don't mean to imply anything like that at all.
And another brief addendum: this problem, of the clutter, is compounded exponentially by the very large group of people who continuously print my name on things and USPS them to my house. (Those people? I hate each and every single one of them.)
The room pulled together okay. The wireless high-speed internet, not so much. I called India and after much repeating of C-as-in-Charles, T-as-in-Thomas it was determined that this particular wireless thingamajig is past its warranty. No help for me. (In fairness, it's really that help would have cost me $30.) This setup worked once before, but is not working now, not at all, and it cost several dollars and four hours to figure this out. At least we got Other's working again. It was working when the cable guy left, and at some point in the long, arduous, painful journey it became clear (ha, like any of this is clear) that Other's router is probably the missing link here. I'll try to avoid getting sucked into the vortex of this long, convoluded, possibly wrong explanation, but the following three statements seem to be true:
1) To get my adapter to work, we must run the router set-up on Other's computer.
2) Set-up requires both that the router be unplugged and that the cable connection to the internet be live.
3) The connection to the cable internet only works if it's run through the router.
Therefore, it's dialup for me.
To top it off, the unplanned indulgence of a pineapple pizza turned out to be a waste of twelve dollars because the pineapple was pepperoni.
Anyway, today Dave Eggers inspired me to get rid of most of the clothes that are currently piled in the closet.
I don't think he meant to, though.
And another brief addendum: this problem, of the clutter, is compounded exponentially by the very large group of people who continuously print my name on things and USPS them to my house. (Those people? I hate each and every single one of them.)
The room pulled together okay. The wireless high-speed internet, not so much. I called India and after much repeating of C-as-in-Charles, T-as-in-Thomas it was determined that this particular wireless thingamajig is past its warranty. No help for me. (In fairness, it's really that help would have cost me $30.) This setup worked once before, but is not working now, not at all, and it cost several dollars and four hours to figure this out. At least we got Other's working again. It was working when the cable guy left, and at some point in the long, arduous, painful journey it became clear (ha, like any of this is clear) that Other's router is probably the missing link here. I'll try to avoid getting sucked into the vortex of this long, convoluded, possibly wrong explanation, but the following three statements seem to be true:
1) To get my adapter to work, we must run the router set-up on Other's computer.
2) Set-up requires both that the router be unplugged and that the cable connection to the internet be live.
3) The connection to the cable internet only works if it's run through the router.
Therefore, it's dialup for me.
To top it off, the unplanned indulgence of a pineapple pizza turned out to be a waste of twelve dollars because the pineapple was pepperoni.
Anyway, today Dave Eggers inspired me to get rid of most of the clothes that are currently piled in the closet.
I don't think he meant to, though.
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