And now...a brief rant about technology, specifically the subnotebook laptop I bought in November 2003 because I wanted a sexy little James Bond-esque computer, and if it happened to be powered on a Transmeta Crusoe chip, that's just the price I'd have to pay for this sexy little computer. Did I tell you how sexy it is?
Goddammit all to fuddy blucking hell. What the hell is wrong with my ports? Once upon a time, I started having trouble keeping the cable in the port; it would loosen, it would wobble around, I would lose connectivity. It would be back in a matter of seconds, but in the meantime, I would lose any IM conversations I was having, and woe betide me if I posted a long comment to a friend's blog, or to a forum like Plastic or the Baking Circle at King Arthur Flour. It got so bad that Lloyd finally ponied up for an Airport so that we could have wireless access. I was in heaven for a week.
Then our neighbors moved in. They have a cordless phone. They get lots of phone calls, including a call that seems to take at least two hours a night. With every phone call, our wireless signal disappeared. Lloyd bought me a new external port, which takes up one of my USB ports and ate my FinePix software, but hey! Connectivity is back!
Only now I'm having the same goddamn connectivity problems I was having with my original port. The frelling cable won't stay in. I am pulling my hair out, trying to figure out what I'm doing to my computer to torque not one, but two ports.
Or at least I was pulling my hair out. Lloyd has just done some research: apparently he is the only person on earth who has never had trouble with his laptop. There's just something about the ports that make them delicate little flowers, extremely susceptible to torquing.
Goddammit.
I think this afternoon, dear friends, we are going down the street to FreezePeach, the nicest coffee bar/internet cafe in Astoria, where the wireless is strong, plentiful and $3.00/hour, and you can get a glass of sage iced tea while you blog.
Okay, the cable and port are playing nicely. Cross those fingers.