.........and I'm back up and running again after what seemed like an eternity without internet access beyond my fathers laptop and a bit of clandestine surfing at work. At least I've stopped falling asleep on the couch. I think the passive nature of watching TV does it to me, whereas the internet................well, it's my Benzedrine..........
As is the case with any internet problems, the biggest hassle is the sketchy phone conversation with a bored sounding IT bod. The first guy I got was vagueness personified, which was a perfect compliment to my own rather absent manner. The following night I got better results, but only after driving the chap on the end of the line to the verge of hysterics with my seeming inability to comprehend simple concepts like having the modem on to enable him to carry out a test on the connection. I mean, I thought it all worked by magic or something.....................
After having walked my father through the mind bending concept of copy/paste over the phone a few days earlier, I can only sympathise and hope he doesn't give up on the rest of humanity.
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I once talked my dad through the tricky process of reconfiguring his e-mail account over the phone. and it worked. What was sad was that I could remeber how to do it. I mean all those things that I want to remember like poems and Newtons three laws of something or other (or is it four?)but can't and yet I can recall how to sort out problems with e-mails. Life is a bitch.
Welcome back.
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