I’ve been having trouble with my Internet for about a week, and learned today that it’s due not to my computer or anything I did.
It’s because the 40 year old coaxial cable that brings the Internet into the Last Homely Shack East of the Manhan is so old it’s basically dead, which is why I’ve been getting about thirty minutes of connection first thing in the morning, tops. Fixing it will require my cable company to:
- Dig up the cable and replace it, but only after Dig Safe gives them a map of the buried wires, pipes, Mycenaean tombs, Viking sarcophagi, and GTPOD underground nesting sites under the street so they don’t hit a gas main and blow up the block.
- Drive a trench from the cable connection through my yard to the house.
- Replace all the cable, both underground and in my attic.
- Fill in the trench and repave the street.
All of this means no Internet except first thing weekday mornings for at least the next two weeks, making it all but impossible for me to post these diaries on Saturday night unless I go over to Smith College and fight one of the young, healthy undergrads for a public terminal at the library. This is not nearly as easy as it sounds, either, since I’m three times their age and utterly lacking in martial skill.
I apologize for this, but it’s completely out of my control. I’ll try to post a rewind for this Saturday, but make no guarantees.
So take care, everyone, and think of me, the Viking sarcophagi, and the non-archaeological trench in my front yard whenever you casually turn on your computer and log onto this web site. I’ll certainly be thinking of you.
Peace,
Ellid