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Well, it's about damn time.
The Madhouse is live. It turns out the modem was at the apartment office the whole time, and I was simply never told. I finally retrieved it and opened it up, and after some puzzling with filters, and a failure of automatic config and subsequent shift over to manual, I was live. Thankfully, switching the modem's access point from my desktop to the router proved trivial, and now I simply have a mess of cords on top of the microwave, being the only place things could sit close enough to the one (!!) DSL-wired phone jack. My master plan of everything at the desk, on power strips and surge protectors, fell through, so I'm in a bit of danger of lightning damage. I do have to suffer the indignity of having MSN for an ISP, but I think I'll live.
So, from here:
- Catch up on webcomics.
- Car to the shop. Oil change, working windshield wipers.
- OfficeMax or the like, I suppose, for a decent desk chair and to see if they also have the nice kind of hooks, for picking this unexpected cord off the floor. Also for a pad of paper to go at the desk, since my Google Notepad seems to have been swallowed up in my car somewhere.
- Groceries, again, this time remembering the damn milk.
- Back to trawling Craigslist for furniture.
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So, from here:
- Catch up on webcomics.
- Car to the shop. Oil change, working windshield wipers.
- OfficeMax or the like, I suppose, for a decent desk chair and to see if they also have the nice kind of hooks, for picking this unexpected cord off the floor. Also for a pad of paper to go at the desk, since my Google Notepad seems to have been swallowed up in my car somewhere.
- Groceries, again, this time remembering the damn milk.
- Back to trawling Craigslist for furniture.
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