I have a rather neat wireless connection to the www. Well, correction, I did have a rather neat wireless connection until today. I switched on the PC, waited for a few hours while it booted up. Then I tried to check my mail. A no connection to the server message came up. Ah ha! The server is down. How about checking this from the web. Click on Firefox icon. This time the message blurts something about not being able to connect to Google. Try again, same message. There was a little message beside the network icon which had a nice little black exclamation mark on a yellow background. This was new. Anyway to cut what could well turn out to be a long story short, I messed around for a few hours while cursing the latest batch of MS updates.
After playing with this and that, getting unwelcoming messages and wading through stuff on the www. (I could connect via one of those old style bits of wire, which goes by the name of LAN cable, RJ45 or some such thing.) I decided to press this little reset button on the back of the access point. This operation took all of two seconds. And, guess what? Yes, the wireless connection was restored in all its glory. All I need to do now is set up the WEP thingy and stuff and it will be back as before. Poo. I wasted hours. The damn thing was working fine last night. What happened in the meantime? Who knows?
Now, I love technology, but sometimes I find that it has a nasty habit of wasting time. Although I still get a kick from sorting out these little problems on my own. Don’t even have to get my hands dirty. Sort of messing without the mess, if you know what I mean.
Just thought I’d share these thoughts with you dear reader. It’s now ten to two and I’m off to bed.
caesar says
Q. What does FIAT stand for?
A. Frenzied Italian At Traffic-lights.
A bus stops and two Italian men get on. They sit down and engage in an animated conversation.
The lady sitting behind them ignores them at first, but her attention is galvanized when she hears one of the men say the following:
“Emma come first.
Den I come.
Den two asses come together.
I come once-a-more.
Two asses, they come together again.
I come again and pee twice.
Then I come one lasta time.”
“You foul-mouthed swine, ” retorted the lady indignantly. “In this country we don’t talk about our sex lives in public!”
“Hey, coola down lady,” said the man.
“Who talkin’ abouta sexa? I’m a justa tellin’ my frienda how to spella Mississippi.”
“Listen, God is everywhere, trust me, he is absolutely everywhere,” the wise old Sicilian priest told little Gianluca, who thought about this for a moment, before grabbing a half-opened matchbox lying on the table, quickly snapped it shut and declared triumphantly: “Got him!!!”
Alex says
Hi Caesar,
I checked out the link on your site. It is very funny and not too distant from the truth. You just need to live here for a while to see what it’s like. I had seen this before it did the rounds here a couple of years ago and an Italian friend of mine sent it to me. Many Italians are also highly aware that the country and its people have a curious way of behaving….
ATB
caesar says
Sounds like you need to laugh. Unlimited Jargon has just what you need. 🙂