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Stygian says:
apparently your dad has managed to actually get a att [AT&T] "weenie" to talk to him
pervy snape fancier says:
lol
Stygian says:
apparently there are yet more problems..
pervy snape fancier says:
oh?
Stygian says:
apparently they won't install if the outlets aren't grounded..
pervy snape fancier says:
what the fucking fuck?
pervy snape fancier says:
the house was only built in 1955 or some junk, of course the outlets aren't grounded.
pervy snape fancier says:
half the neighbourhood is like that i'm sure. how are they getting it then?
pervy snape fancier says:
and won't install what?
pervy snape fancier says:
like, specifically? what is it they are doing we couldn't do ourselves?
Stygian says:
they won't give us uverse, period, without a ground
pervy snape fancier says:
can we put the thingy in the bathroom? grounded outlets there, lol
Stygian says:
apparently
pervy snape fancier says:
but why? how does that affect anything?
Stygian says:
who the fuck knows..
pervy snape fancier says:
and how would they have known, if we'd just ordered online?
Stygian says:
well, your dad seemsto, you can ask him
pervy snape fancier says:
what, and get a story about antennas and tamales? [my father can somehow turn any request for any information whatsoever into a long memory-lane story about antennas, since he used to be an antenna engineer for like 40 years. "tamales" was something we used as a silly example of a subject that could get turned to antennas; it was hilarious when one day not long ago he actually brought up tamales himself in the course of an antenna story. trufax.]
Stygian says:
they apaprently test when they get here.
pervy snape fancier says:
but why do they have to come at all?
pervy snape fancier says:
am i totally crazy that i thought there was a self install option?
Stygian says:
no, there isn't..
Stygian says:
they need to do a buncha crap at the box, and then they run it to the gateway (which apparnetly is where they need the ground) and have to do something to get the connection active, it sounds like.
Stygian says:
We're discussing ways of faking it on the outlet in his room so we can get it done.. although really, I dunno if they'd even check, or if they just want a proper looking outlet.
pervy snape fancier says:
*headdesks repeatedly*
pervy snape fancier says:
can i cry now?
Stygian says:
yeah, you can
pervy snape fancier says:
*WAIL*
Stygian says:
seriously.. what the fuck.. we just need to get them in here, and once the guy is here, punch him if he tries to leave before we have internet
pervy snape fancier says:
i agree
In summary: Y BROADBAND BE HATIN YO
srsly. this is almost 2009. I know the US is way behind Europe and Japan and all but IT SHOULD NOT BE THIS HARD to get internet that isn't dial-up. This is Silicon Valley, gol-dangit. Al Gore invented the left half of the intertubes here. Or something.
Now that I've got that entitled-sounding rant out of the way, I should be thankful that this is all the sort of thing I have to worry about, and not, you know, where my next meal is coming from or anything.
apparently your dad has managed to actually get a att [AT&T] "weenie" to talk to him
pervy snape fancier says:
lol
Stygian says:
apparently there are yet more problems..
pervy snape fancier says:
oh?
Stygian says:
apparently they won't install if the outlets aren't grounded..
pervy snape fancier says:
what the fucking fuck?
pervy snape fancier says:
the house was only built in 1955 or some junk, of course the outlets aren't grounded.
pervy snape fancier says:
half the neighbourhood is like that i'm sure. how are they getting it then?
pervy snape fancier says:
and won't install what?
pervy snape fancier says:
like, specifically? what is it they are doing we couldn't do ourselves?
Stygian says:
they won't give us uverse, period, without a ground
pervy snape fancier says:
can we put the thingy in the bathroom? grounded outlets there, lol
Stygian says:
apparently
pervy snape fancier says:
but why? how does that affect anything?
Stygian says:
who the fuck knows..
pervy snape fancier says:
and how would they have known, if we'd just ordered online?
Stygian says:
well, your dad seemsto, you can ask him
pervy snape fancier says:
what, and get a story about antennas and tamales? [my father can somehow turn any request for any information whatsoever into a long memory-lane story about antennas, since he used to be an antenna engineer for like 40 years. "tamales" was something we used as a silly example of a subject that could get turned to antennas; it was hilarious when one day not long ago he actually brought up tamales himself in the course of an antenna story. trufax.]
Stygian says:
they apaprently test when they get here.
pervy snape fancier says:
but why do they have to come at all?
pervy snape fancier says:
am i totally crazy that i thought there was a self install option?
Stygian says:
no, there isn't..
Stygian says:
they need to do a buncha crap at the box, and then they run it to the gateway (which apparnetly is where they need the ground) and have to do something to get the connection active, it sounds like.
Stygian says:
We're discussing ways of faking it on the outlet in his room so we can get it done.. although really, I dunno if they'd even check, or if they just want a proper looking outlet.
pervy snape fancier says:
*headdesks repeatedly*
pervy snape fancier says:
can i cry now?
Stygian says:
yeah, you can
pervy snape fancier says:
*WAIL*
Stygian says:
seriously.. what the fuck.. we just need to get them in here, and once the guy is here, punch him if he tries to leave before we have internet
pervy snape fancier says:
i agree
In summary: Y BROADBAND BE HATIN YO
srsly. this is almost 2009. I know the US is way behind Europe and Japan and all but IT SHOULD NOT BE THIS HARD to get internet that isn't dial-up. This is Silicon Valley, gol-dangit. Al Gore invented the left half of the intertubes here. Or something.
Now that I've got that entitled-sounding rant out of the way, I should be thankful that this is all the sort of thing I have to worry about, and not, you know, where my next meal is coming from or anything.