“Oh sure, she’ll work. It WILL work but you should hook it up the proper way.”
I explained, again, that the stupid phone company only offers stupid wireless internet which requires I use their stupid modem which uses stupid USB and NOTHING ELSE to connect to a computer and therefore I cannot connect the new wireless router in the manner depicted by the helpful diagram on the box, indeed the very same way yon salesman espouses.
“Why don’t you just plug the laptops in with a cable?” He held up a cable. “This’ll plug right into that router, no problem”
I pointed out that then the wireless LAN would not actually be wireless.
“But that would work alright.”
I know it will work, that’s what I do now. The fact I am in your store trying valiantly to purchase a wireless router implies I do not wish to have a cable connection. I got a box full of wired routers and modems, I’m quite ok in that area, it’s the wireless I seek. No wires. Computers talk-talk through air. Wires all gone.
One hundred and ninety eight dollars. Mull that over while repeating the phrase “Oh, she’ll work alright…”
The laptops detect the router. Check. The router detects the server. Check. The server detects the internet. Check.
However the server is absolutely fucking oblivious there is any other router or any other computers on the network. It’s little network map shows just itself sitting their smugly guarding access to the stupid phone company’s stupid modem and the internet beyond.
So now the laptops can talk to each other, but not to the server and not to the internet. Big whoop, I could do that with bluetooth.
I bet they didn’t have these kinds of problem in the thirties. You bought yourself a radio weighing approximately seventy five pounds, plugged her in and boom, there’s a jazz quartet, or news about polio.
And bluetooth meant something else entirely. I mean, it must have. Maybe it described a lazy person who ate blueberries all day. I’m pretty sure Teddy Roosevelt never used the term, so it probably wasn’t that popular except in the blueberry belt. Or in areas adjacent to the blueberry belt to describe those within the blueberry belt.
Anyway, my router does not work.
I explained, again, that the stupid phone company only offers stupid wireless internet which requires I use their stupid modem which uses stupid USB and NOTHING ELSE to connect to a computer and therefore I cannot connect the new wireless router in the manner depicted by the helpful diagram on the box, indeed the very same way yon salesman espouses.
“Why don’t you just plug the laptops in with a cable?” He held up a cable. “This’ll plug right into that router, no problem”
I pointed out that then the wireless LAN would not actually be wireless.
“But that would work alright.”
I know it will work, that’s what I do now. The fact I am in your store trying valiantly to purchase a wireless router implies I do not wish to have a cable connection. I got a box full of wired routers and modems, I’m quite ok in that area, it’s the wireless I seek. No wires. Computers talk-talk through air. Wires all gone.
One hundred and ninety eight dollars. Mull that over while repeating the phrase “Oh, she’ll work alright…”
The laptops detect the router. Check. The router detects the server. Check. The server detects the internet. Check.
However the server is absolutely fucking oblivious there is any other router or any other computers on the network. It’s little network map shows just itself sitting their smugly guarding access to the stupid phone company’s stupid modem and the internet beyond.
So now the laptops can talk to each other, but not to the server and not to the internet. Big whoop, I could do that with bluetooth.
I bet they didn’t have these kinds of problem in the thirties. You bought yourself a radio weighing approximately seventy five pounds, plugged her in and boom, there’s a jazz quartet, or news about polio.
And bluetooth meant something else entirely. I mean, it must have. Maybe it described a lazy person who ate blueberries all day. I’m pretty sure Teddy Roosevelt never used the term, so it probably wasn’t that popular except in the blueberry belt. Or in areas adjacent to the blueberry belt to describe those within the blueberry belt.
Anyway, my router does not work.
3 comments:
Had any locusts in your neck of the woods?
Sure did, took out this year's soy bean crop. Now we can't pay back the bank and it looks like we're gonna lose her for sure this time. On top of that Pappy broke his hip when the tractor rolled over him, so the marching band idea is out too.
Oh Skooky!
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