Our router doesn't seem to be working. After being cut off from the internetz for the longest 239.5 minutes of my life, here I sit.
I'm in the coat closet. Shhh! Don't tell anyone.
You see, our high-speed cable modem is in our coat closet.
How lame am I??
CG told me before he left for class that I'd have to connect the old-fashioned way. I've been wireless for so long, I didn't even know how! I told him it was ok 'cause it's not like I have to be constantly tapped in, right?
Are you laughing??? He was when I told him that.
One hour later, I was texting him during his class.
"How in bloody hell do I get connected? Oh, that blue cable thingy goes in the back of my laptop?"
Yep, I popped my laptop's cherry. She'd never had a cable in her before.
After a call to
the pimptastic cable mating service Comcastic for a reset, it worked.
She's liking it in this dark coat closet. Her fans are a-humming and she is connected with her lurve, the internetz!