by Zachery Moneypenny
A couple of weeks ago Erin noted that our phone downstairs (the only phone in our house) didn’t have a dial-tone anymore. I thought it was a problem with the phone, and since we don’t use it anyways I wasn’t concerned. Shortly thereafter I noticed that the wireless internet (connected to DSL) in our house was dropping the connection every 5 minutes or so, sometimes not re-establishing it for several minutes to several hours. At the time I made no connection to the phone’s missing dial-tone, and the end result was a wireless router smashed into five pieces because it pissed me off one too many times. It was annoying, but since I was able to get to websites sometimes I didn’t do much about it. Finally, I was sitting on the couch last week when Tivo popped up a message that it hadn’t made a successful call in more than 14 days and that it wouldn’t be able to record anything until it did make a call. It was only then that all three symptoms came together at once in my head and I said, “Fuck, our phone line is wanged.” The moral of this story: take away my phone and I don’t care. Take away a good portion of my internet functionality and I don’t care. Interrupt my Tivo service, however, and I am become an enraged monster.
The End? It’s not fixed yet…